Uhhhh… huh. This is kind of strange and I’m not sure how it evolved, but I assure you that there is nothing sinister going on here. I’ve had tails on the brain since the other day when Doodle announced that he would like a tail just like Hoob’s. I also have laundry on the brain way more than I’d like to, and today was, in fact, a good drying day. So, there you go. Next week: mice swimming in a sink full of dishes.
I get excited every year as April Fool’s Day approaches. I’m not sure why, though, since I’ve never really fooled anyone, been the fool, or even been witness to an exceptionally great fooling. Still, when noon rolls around each April 1st, I can’t help but feel a little disappointed, like an opportunity has been lost. Maybe Doodle and I will fold up a bunch of paper fish and stick them on some unsuspecting backs this Tuesday morning. “Hi, Landlord! Here’s your rent cheque and… Oooh! Poisson’d!” This is my year, folks! Updates on Wednesday.
Oh yeah, and for all you medievalists and (early) early modernists – happy new year!