What you don't see is my dad's poor dog that has hauled a$$ out the open door behind her to have itself a merry little nervous breakdown.
Friday, January 09, 2009
I Inspire Youngsters
My niece (the Oreo-champagne dunker) on Christmas morning at my dad's house - note the pink monkey pj's, plastic high-heels and camouflage compound bow - true to her redneck-whitetrash-form that she has learned from her favorite Tia.
What you don't see is my dad's poor dog that has hauled a$$ out the open door behind her to have itself a merry little nervous breakdown.
What you don't see is my dad's poor dog that has hauled a$$ out the open door behind her to have itself a merry little nervous breakdown.
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