Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Beans for Dinner, and No One Got Hurt

Just a quick note here, since I'm knocked out by a severe head-cold and boyfriend's welcome heavy-handed use of whiskey.

I saw these today and nearly died of happiness.  It might have been the cold, but I think it was happiness.

That's right, Subtle Butt.  For those times when your friend made beans for dinner and nobody is buying your story that a rat crawled in during conversation and died right beneath you.

Subtle Butt: when you dealt it, and NO ONE smell't it.

Subtle Butt: we haven't had to blame the dog since 1908.