Saturday SlobberLove

hangSometimes on Saturday, after a juggernaut trot across a black topped parking lot that leaves our feet feeling as if we’d roasted them on the barbecue, we like to take the rest of the afternoon off and air out our little tootsies, hoping to god that our mother will resist our stubborn insistence to walk across the equivalent of burning coals in the future.

I Know Not What I Do,
Hal the Hot Tamale

2 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. Calling Mr. Ice-Pack-Man!

  2. Alex says:

    Will Cooper learn from this lesson? Probably not!