With her BFFs. She can't understand why they never say anything.
What a waste of a recliner.
"Please let me go outside?"
Behind the couch--great place to hide from visiting neighborhood children.
The shoe corner of my closet. Why? Because my feet smell fabulous, of course.
This just makes her feel cool. That's even skinnier than a balance beam.
Behind the guitar. Can't figure this one out.
Basking in the sun coming through the blinds.
Under the drums. Because my husband's feet smell good?
Hey, don't knock it. When I'm tired enough, I'll curl up on the tile in the kitchen.
WHERE DO YOUR PETS HANG OUT?