I'm thankful that the mirrors in my house do not record video of every scene that transpires before their unending gaze. There are a lot of mirrors in my house. And a lot of potential for embarrassment.
Like now. When I found the pink hooded pajamas that Greg thought would make a perfect first Valentine's gift and I put them on and walked downstairs to remind him what a horrible idea that was. They're pink and furry and about 2 sizes too small and luckily that is not available for playback from 3 convenient vantage points.
Roscoe has discovered them. They're his new pet.
Have a great day :-)
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