Pandora
Harriet
Before I got in the shower this morning, I left my clothes for the day–which included a black shirt–in a pile on my bed. Would anyone like to guess which useless animal decided to lie on them? Hint: Not the black one, because that would have been too easy. The worst part is actually that the hair in question has itty bitty barbs on it, so it weaves into fabric and is nearly impossible to brush off. It has to be removed hair by hair. If, that is, one removes it at all. I seem to be lacking that particular brand of motivation, so the hairs are staying right where they were shed.
red paper boat 