Sometimes on Saturday, after a morning filled with giant insect run-ins, our mettle is tested in a way only Roman soldiers have been known to withstand, when a wasp the size of a shetland pony penetrates our homestead and we are forced to stand by, silently and unmoving, and watch The Bravest Woman In the World use the LA Times Business section, an old unread paperback version of Seat of the Soul and a broom to force the flying terror machine across the room and OUT of the house where we can now safely live, vowing never to open another window or door again.
God Save Our Souls,
Lenny Of the Looker Uppers
Cooper must have put his eyeliner on before the wasp invasion because it was clearly applied with a steady hand.
He’s heavy-pawed when it comes to his MAC eyeliner. “MORE!” he shrieks.
I love Cooper’s face!
I have a dog named Cooper and sometimes, I call him Pooper Scooper but only in the house where the neighbors’ dogs won’t hear me. I don’t want the other dogs to make fun of him!