Saturday, September 27, 2008

I can tell I'm getting old. It's just at a month from Halloween and I haven't even thought of a costume. We, and by "we" I mean that's mostly Fuzzy's fault, bought a costume for Harley. Yes, we're at the point in our lives were we buy crap for the dog to wear. We were going to white parties, now we're dressing a shar-pei like a chicken.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Remember when we were chicken?

I need a valium and a nap!

Greg said...

Harley allowed you to do that? I think you're going to find a surprise from harley somewhere hidden in the house....

bigislandjeepguy said...

this is SO not right on SO many levels.

but i still laughed my ass off!

if i even came NEAR my boy with something like that, he would hi-tail it outta there so fast, all i would see was his roadrunner smoke behind him.

great post! :)