Well That Ain’t Right

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.

Srsly.

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.

sick.