So this is my new “fur” and I like it a lot–so for one of the first times since I graduated, I took emo pictures of myself in my kitchen before work. 🙂
You’re wondering why the hell I’m calling it “fur,” right? Well, I’m going to go ahead and blame this one of my father–who taught me to speak in the oddest accent/dialect/language that I’ve ever heard.
Just to give you few examples:
Otter-water. As in-As my father and I drove over the Sandusky River after a heavy rain, he looked at me and said, “Otter high!”
Fur-hair. As in-Hugging my father often resulted in him sneezing and saying, “Get your fur outta my face.”
Pawdles-hands. As in-Upon playing in the dirt and digging to China, my mother called us in for dinner, and my father said, “Wash your pawdles.”
Doogs and Poopies-dogs and puppies. As in-“Hey, Hoot. That doog just had poopies.”
Noonles-noodles. As in-“You want noonles or rice?”
There are more, but I cannot remember them. For now, thank you Daddy for teaching me to call it fur. And then you Amanda for making it pretty!