Category: GRUMP

Shiver me timbers, I know just where th’ noms …

Shiver me timbers, I know just where th’ noms be hidin’!  No shiny navigator can fool Pirate Cap’n Kirby.  Th’ shiny whatsit be nay navigator—th’ shiny be th’ noms!

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At last, th’ best o’ th’ booty from ye scurvy landlubbers!

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Ye best be nay disturbin’ th’ Pirate Kirby whilst nommin’, lest ye suffer th’ mightiest o’ GRUMPs!

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Nommin’ be serious business!

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Radicchio be th’ finest booty I ever did nom!

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Th’ Pirate Cap’n Kirby be grand pleased!  Brin’ me more radicchio, ye scurvy dog!

ARRRRRR!!  It be International Talk Like A Pir…

ARRRRRR!!  It be International Talk Like A Pirate Day!  Th’ swashbucklin’ Pirate Kirby returns t’ plunder all yer noms!

Avast!  I found meself a jolly fine sextant t’ help me find all th’ noms this voyage!  C’mere, me shiny beauty, show me where all th’ noms be hidin’!

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If ye be holdin’ back noms, beware th’ mighty GRUMP o’ Pirate Kirby!

Sitting tall and pretty on my baby log for Tal…

Sitting tall and pretty on my baby log for Tall Tuesday:  Where’s the radicchio you promised me for being a good boy, Mom?

*  There doesn’t seem to be a way to preserve Apple’s Live Photo format when uploading pictures here.  Otherwise, you’d see my head shoot up as soon as I heard my name called!

Weekends mean lap tortoise duty!

Weekends mean lap tortoise duty!

It’s the weekend, Mom!  I want breakfast in be…

It’s the weekend, Mom!  I want breakfast in bed!

Why don’t I fit through this big gap on …

Why don’t I fit through this big gap on my favorite chair anymore?!  Fix this, Mom!  😡🐢

I do NOT like Mondays.

I do NOT like Mondays.

I don’t care if it’s past my bedtime.  I am hu…

I don’t care if it’s past my bedtime.  I am hungry now, and I want noms NOW!

Who dares disturb my nap without any offering …

Who dares disturb my nap without any offering of noms?!

Five!, Part 7(Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6)

Five!, Part 7
(Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6)

Bonus photos of my birthday cake nomming!  As always, Mom took too many photos, but I am too adorably photogenic for us to keep these photos to ourselves!

The face I gave Mom when she told me there were no more dandies in my cake.  Why didn’t Mom make me a cake with neverending dandies?!

The face I make when I’m not done nomming what’s in my mouth but I see another yummy nom!

Whoa, how did that camera get right in my face?!

I’m not letting go of my radicchio for any picture!

I AM A RADICCHIO VACUUM!

Mom, stop taking pictures and hand feed me my radicchio!  It’s my birthday!