Last night I had a dream that I was the ring master of a dog circus. My circus was filled with wonderful small dogs, who could jump rope, balance a ball on their nose while walking on back feet, and walk on rolling barrels. I haven’t been able to shake the dream off. I think this may be my calling.
Bring in the clowns.
I went on a shopping spree today at Target. While I was living in Hawaii, I spent 3 long years without shopping at Target. So, I’ve been making up for lost time. Today, I bought some beach towels, an alarm clock, a scale, and a pair of gardening clogs.
I love the clogs. They’re green, and comfortable. But they have one unsettling feature. With every step I take, the shoes fart against my skin. It didn’t say anything about this feature on the packaging.
I am now the proud (?) owner of a green pair of farting clogs.
Have you ever owned a pair of farting shoes? What the hell am I supposed to do here? I can’t wear these shoes in public!
How do you figure out of all of the father’s in the world, I married the best one?
Basil, this here little movie is for you.
(15MB Quicktime .mov file)
We love you.