ddalkijane:

082311 on Flickr.
garfieldminusgarfield:

G-G the book.

littlehouseontheprisonfarm:

Laughing. So. Hard. oh the poor little ducklings.

littlehouseontheprisonfarm:

I NEED this.
waitingforbrodot:

(h/t spacebaw, kategrice, & debrumas)

JAZZ UP THE WORBS

clientsfromhell:

After editing to an entire document of bad spelling and punctuation errors (and then creating a trifold), this is the response I received from my client:

Cuppla thing 

1/ its led lighting - shes hold a compact fluoro

font color on green needs to be more obvious

High expense less expense is invalid.perhaps high running cost vs super low running cost caN YOU SEND ME A DOC FILE SO I CAN JAZZ UP THE WORBS WHERE I THINKTA MUCHLY 

solarcaines:

 
Dog’s Death
by John Updike


She must have been kicked unseen or brushed by a car.Too young to know much, she was beginning to learnTo use the newspapers spread on the kitchen floorAnd to win, wetting there, the words, “Good dog!
Good dog!”
We thought her shy malaise was a shot reaction.The autopsy disclosed a rupture in her liver.As we teased her with play, blood was filling her skinAnd her heart was learning to lie down forever.
Monday morning, as the children were noisily fedAnd sent to school, she crawled beneath the youngest’s bed.We found her twisted and limp but still alive.In the car to the vet’s, on my lap, she tried
To bite my hand and died. I stroked her warm furAnd my wife called in a voice imperious with tears.Though surrounded by love that would have upheld her,Nevertheless she sank and, stiffening, disappeared.
Back home, we found that in the night her frame,Drawing near to dissolution, had endured the shameOf diarrhea and had dragged across the floorTo a newspaper carelessly left there. Good dog.


For Rufus.

solarcaines:

Dog’s Death

by John Updike

She must have been kicked unseen or brushed by a car.
Too young to know much, she was beginning to learn
To use the newspapers spread on the kitchen floor
And to win, wetting there, the words, “Good dog!

Good dog!”

We thought her shy malaise was a shot reaction.
The autopsy disclosed a rupture in her liver.
As we teased her with play, blood was filling her skin
And her heart was learning to lie down forever.

Monday morning, as the children were noisily fed
And sent to school, she crawled beneath the youngest’s bed.
We found her twisted and limp but still alive.
In the car to the vet’s, on my lap, she tried

To bite my hand and died. I stroked her warm fur
And my wife called in a voice imperious with tears.
Though surrounded by love that would have upheld her,
Nevertheless she sank and, stiffening, disappeared.

Back home, we found that in the night her frame,
Drawing near to dissolution, had endured the shame
Of diarrhea and had dragged across the floor
To a newspaper carelessly left there. Good dog.

For Rufus.

thingsorganizedneatly:

SUBMISSION: Coraline <3

thingsorganizedneatly:

SUBMISSION: Coraline <3

lauracricket:

petrellica:

Cat gets caught barking by a human and resumes meowing 

WHAT.
Whaaaaaaaaaat.
This changes everything I thought I knew.

hahaha. Sheepish.

(Source: youtube.com)