It's all about me.
I think it says something about me that the first thing I noticed was that Mrs. Cookie Monster didn't have breasts.I'm so ashamed.
Or maybe she is just grabbing them?I actually never noticed.
LOL! Yep sometimes I feel like that with my loved ones.Betty
Betty, aren't loved ones supposed to be the ones that know us? :)
This sounds like Cookie Monster is my hubby but I am just raising my eyes to the ceiling.
Birgit, In my house I think I would be Cookie Monster cause sometimes I gotta wonder what the man is thinking.
lol some days you just can't win, no cookies and no breasts.
Pat, No boobs would not be so bad. Under boob sweat is awful.
Poor Cookie Monster. And maybe Mrs. Cookie Monster just misplaced her breasts and is trying to feel around to remember where she last put them?
ABFTS, She is kinds hairy. Maybe they are just hiding.
That's hilarious. And so wrong.Thanks for the laughter, Ruth. Keep a smile.
You too, Robyn. :)
That looks like me on Christmas morning.
Dawn, That may have been me a Christmas or two also.
I've gotten some slightly off gifts like this before. I guess it's the thought that counts.Arlee BirdTossing It Out
Lee, that's the way ya gotta look at it.
He got a box of white people?Well, now...
Al, what are wheat crackers? Are they brown people? And if so which brown people~ Mexicans or Arabs?
This gave me quite the laugh this morning :) I wish you a beautiful Sunday!
OE, thanks. I am glad.
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