Tuesday, February 1, 2011


I have a favorite spot in the house. I read here–mostly sci-fi adventure and mysteries, watch movies–right now it seems to be James and the Giant Peach (over and over and over, Boybat's current favorite), and cross stitch. Lots and lots of cross stitch. 

If you're like me, your favorite spot in the house has developed a butt print. If I end up sitting anywhere else, it's like trying to wear someone else's shoes. It can be done, but why the name of all that's vaguely oogie would you want to?

Oogie-def. not quite disgustingly gross but closer to disturbingly yucky.

Sitting in someone else's cushion butt print is oogie. Come to think of it, so is wearing someone else's shoes. Especially bowling shoes.

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