Friday I sent my wee clown to work with my Hunny. 'Course, I didn't tell him I was sending the cutie with him. What fun is that? Wanna see where I hid it? Lookit!
We had a little cold snap on Friday, so I thought the jacket pocket would be perfect! Doesn't it seem the logical place for a wee clown to keep its toesies warm? I thought so.
So Friday afternoon I get a call from my Hunny, who's on his way home from work. The first words out of his mouth are, "It tried to gnaw my fingers off! DO YOU HEAR ME? IT TRIED TO GNAW MY FINGERS OFF!!! I flung it across the truck! It tried climbing up my arm to gnaw off my face!!!"
Um. Um. I don't think so. It's just a little baby clown. As cute as can be. Docile. Happy. It only wants to make other people happy, including my Hunny. I think maybe he's losing it. Poor Hunny.
Hmm. I wonder where I'll hide little clown next?
Until I write again ...