flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
I was in a mood yesterday. What can I say? Oh, right, this:
He looks awfully cheery, doesn’t he? I totally got the dry-erase-mustache-on-cone-of-shame idea from the Bloggess, and, while I certainly hope poor Charlie never has to wear the cone, I think we all know what’s going to happen if he does.
“I loathe you.” – The Honourable Charlie Buddhabelly of Silkypaws Manor.
I feel like I’m forgetting something. . . oh, right! Buy a calendar, please! You know that crazy auntie you always have trouble shopping for? Bam, confusing and possibly distressing calendar. It’ll show her how much you
care don’t really know what she likes.