OK, I get it. The house is cold.
I'm known for keeping my house cooler than a meat locker, and apparently the damn dog has decided to throw a massive guilt trip my way. I was frantically searching all over the house for him moments ago and found him on his perch:
And clutched in his little paw was a note to the ASPCA and this photograph:What he NEGLECTS to tell, however, is the ridiculous lower back ache his mommie is sporting today because SOMEBODY had to curl himself up into a little ball and glue himself to the absolute damn center of the big girl sleigh bed all night. Damn dog.
I planted my b-u-t-t in the Happy Chair yesterday at about 4pm and looked up at the clock again at 2am. Without even realizing it, I watched "Atonement", "Miss Pettigrew", "Dirty Dancing", and "P.S. I Love You" while stitching on "The Riddle".
For the life of me, I cannot figure out what the heck the black and white thing is to the left of the sheep. A dog? A horse? The perspective is wonky on this, so I can't judge it by size. (You'll note that the blue columns at the top of the little hill are actually legs. Quite large, Marge, when compared to the little teeny weeny building in the back, no?
Man, I wish I would have paid more attention in art class!