Nervous Hamster
Yesterday, I started the day off by driving out to Skokie to get some bunny meds for Phineas. The meds came in this great little plastic bag.
I think it’s the twelve-year-old in me that makes me automatically provide voices, whenever I see illustrated animals. L to R, I hear:
Is that a hawk?
Is that a hawk?
It’s not safe. We need to get inside. It’s not safe.
What are you guys looking at?
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avoision (March 20, 2022 at 9:50 pm)