I know what you’re thinking. I don’t have a life outside of Le Clown’s contest.
Well, I do. And I’d rather not tell you about it because it involves sticking my head in the toilet every 5 minutes, stuffing tissues up my nose to the point where I can’t breathe, and sweating like a pig even though pigs don’t really sweat at all.
No, I’m not pregnant (you are welcome, world). I just have the flu.
Anyway, back to the contest. Le Clown said that we’d get points for taking a picture like Brother Jon’s. And even though I’ve forgotten what the contest was about and why I’m still playing, it’s fun and I realized that I have a dog.
I also have a coconut who is a lot more cooperative about taking pictures than Princess Fussypaws.
Now excuse me. I must go regurgitate (in a very lady-like manner, of course)