MILES
Here is the meezer monday Miles report for today
TURKEY
we did get some!!!! And
GRAVY
That is all
The (almost) daily adventures of Sammy, Miles and Nicholas Meezer. One is sweet and calm, one his happy and playful. The other? um......not so much.
Monday, November 28, 2016
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Sunday, November 20, 2016
Weenie roast time!!!
MILES MEEZER
WE HAS SNOW!!! Time for our weenie roast!! We has weenies, meowgaritas, niptinis and beenies!! (and beenie weenies) and whatever this thing is.
Come on over and throw some snowballs (if you want to get your paws that cold) - haf some foods and join our warm nap pile. Oh, and no pooting. BWAHAHAHAHA
WE HAS SNOW!!! Time for our weenie roast!! We has weenies, meowgaritas, niptinis and beenies!! (and beenie weenies) and whatever this thing is.
Come on over and throw some snowballs (if you want to get your paws that cold) - haf some foods and join our warm nap pile. Oh, and no pooting. BWAHAHAHAHA
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
We is gonna haf a ferst snow pawty on Sunday
SAMMY
We is 'posed to get a snow storm on Sunday so the mom said we could haf a weenie roast pawty to cellybrate the ferst snow fall. (well, we asked her a qweschun about somefing and she saided yes)
Efen if it doesn't snow, we is gonna haf a pawty!!
We is 'posed to get a snow storm on Sunday so the mom said we could haf a weenie roast pawty to cellybrate the ferst snow fall. (well, we asked her a qweschun about somefing and she saided yes)
Efen if it doesn't snow, we is gonna haf a pawty!!
Monday, November 14, 2016
Thursday, November 10, 2016
Veteran's Day
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, 1918
The day The War to End All Wars ended.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
between the crosses row on row
that mark our place; and in the sky
Scarce heard among the guns below
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset go
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields
Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you from falling hands we throw
the torch - be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die
we shall not sleep, though
poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
If only it really had been the war to end all wars................
Wednesday, November 09, 2016
Our dad gotted elected!
NICHOLAS NEWSYPANTS
HEY GUESS WHAT? OUR DAD'S GONNA BE A CONGRESS-MAN!!
He gotted a vote!!!
Wait, what mommy?
Oh, he's NOT? That stinks.
Ok, well then we is hafing a post election HOUSE TRASHING PAWTY!!!!!
HEY GUESS WHAT? OUR DAD'S GONNA BE A CONGRESS-MAN!!
He gotted a vote!!!
Wait, what mommy?
Oh, he's NOT? That stinks.
Ok, well then we is hafing a post election HOUSE TRASHING PAWTY!!!!!
Tuesday, November 08, 2016
Thursday, November 03, 2016
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