OMG. I thought maybe my Hunny made cement shoes for my wee baby clown. Hunny's hit man left a voice message on my cell phone telling me they were fitting the clown for a coffin. It was the scariest day of my LIFE. I'll never get over it.
I lie. I got over it. When I found the little cutie pie in the bathroom, under the sink. Isn't it the sweetest thing?
I mean, c'mon - he's petting little Wallace, for Pete's sake! How cute is that?
And Keri? I about died laughing at the thought of your Hunny watching a cow watching him shower for weeks. Thank you. :)
Stay tuned for the continuing saga of ... The Hunny and the Wee Clown. Keep the names coming. So far none seem to really fit. I'm hoping the above photo triggers a name from someone. Thank you!
Until I write again ...