Thursday, October 14, 2010
Hands on hips
But then there's the issue with the squirrels. Some squirrels delicately remove the nut, leaving me a perfectly intact cap. Other furry terrorists rip 'em apart all willy nilly and bite big chunks out of the cap. I stand there, with hands on hips, glaring at the squirrels and threatening to get a cat. Then the big yellow school bus comes and my children (plus a few others) look at me with a stupefied stare. I've offered the squirrels a training seminar, we're in negotiations. I'm going to ignore the bus thing.
The image... that's from Iomoi and, boy, do they have some beautiful stuff.