peggy's place: It just tastes better straight from the bag.

May 8, 2010

It just tastes better straight from the bag.

NOM, NOM, NOM, NOM, NOM, NOM

7 comments:

Katnip Lounge said...: hee hee! Our Mom claims that sometimes when we catch her with the Captain Morgan's rum! Enjoy!; May 8, 2010 at 2:27 PM
Angel Ginger Jasper said...: You are so right its better from the bag.. Hugs GJ xx; May 8, 2010 at 7:26 PM
Brian's Home Blog said...: I couldn't agree more, way to go!; May 8, 2010 at 7:27 PM
Sweet Purrfections said...: MOL!

My mom buys bags that have a "ziplock" closure now, so I can't get in them.; May 9, 2010 at 12:02 AM
dArtagnan Rumblepurr/Diego Hamlet Moonfur said...: Heh heh heh... it's like catching the biscuit in the wild.

Happy Mothers Day to your mummy!!; May 9, 2010 at 4:13 AM
Darling Millie said...: well of course it does!; May 9, 2010 at 9:31 AM
Cory said...: Yes, it's definitely better that way!; May 9, 2010 at 9:12 PM

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Isis's story

Bob's story

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