Winter fell suddenly upon us with no warning (except the daily flashing of The Weather Channel icon on our computer and week-long Winter Storm Alerts from T.V. meteorologists in Seattle and...)
As blowing snow piles up in the mountains and gale force winds batter the Strait of Juan de Fuca, trees CRASH onto power lines causing power outages so you may not hear from us briefly.We simply wish to state ON THE RECORD that since all our cozy new fleece huts, tunnels, and cuddle cups are here, we SHALL ENDURE WHATEVER NATURE THROWS OUR WAY...except for one thing: mom's hair. all we care about is mom's hair... Naturally curly hair in winter simply plasters itself flat to her face so, for the Good of All we created a special line of hats for her using fresh timothy hay with wet poo as adhesive. She is sure to love them!
The photographs from the art gallery inspired us to become creative in covering her up...not to say she needs covering up or anything...but, confidentially, we prefer our PooHattery to what you see here.
And - oh, puh-LEASE don't buy into the "NO FLY ZONE" propaganda. We know things. The deal? She wears her PooHats and we don't tell. Capiche? Of course capiche!
What's wrong with what we see here? I guess I'm missing something.
ReplyDeleteI love the look here, but timothy hay poo hat, now that I've got to see. I just don't want Millie to get any ideas.
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