08 August 2011
I was going through Beatrice withdrawals last week so I decided to check out some local adoption agencies, aka Goodwill. And bam! There she was, standing in a fresh pile of poop-smelling furniture,all brassy sassy, so I scooped her up for a song. She cleaned up real nice and by the time Beatrice returned from her week-long trip, she was instantly smittened by ________'s golden charm. By the way, I need a funky name for her. Any suggestions? And that's all I did this weekend, folks. Play stupid cupid with a brass dog and Beatrice. How was your weekend?