Animals

Boston Market's fucking "Turkey gobble gobble" song is in my head.
Just. So. Annoying.

Today's high was 18 degrees. I bundled Freud up in his Charlie Brown sweater and spacedog coat and he still lasted about 2 minutes outside before his feet froze. Kind of defeats the purpose of going for a walk if I have to carry him in. Silly pungent creature.

Migraines 90% gone. Huzzah.

If I ever run a freak show (yes, I know, I am the freak show, oh you are just so clever), I will call it the Bizarre Bazaar.