For some people, the universe just drops opportune shit right into their laps. This happens to me sometimes ... like the bag full of baby/toddler hats I found in a random box at work. My work has nothing to do with kids. I can't explain it.
But I CAN exploit it.
Children Of The Corn
What? The hats fit their little pinheads like they were meant for them.
I did get the Death Stare from Wootie though.
I think he took his cue from Miss Piper
Wha' choo talkin' bout Willis?
Dusty got inducted into the Stuff On My Dogs game too.
"Hey catface ... is this woman for real?"
I dunno. Tweed has a good sense of humour about the whole thing.
Piper ... not so much. She is just so earnest.
Freudian Kitty wants to know why such a diagnosis should disturb you.
I dunno. It's just not right. I don't know why I do this to my poor dogs.
ha ha. yes I do.