The letter F. My starting point here would be the word "f#$k," since I have such a foul mouth... but that's so predictable.
Not going to do it.
In fact, I'm not sure I have anything for "F" at all.
Why did I even start this alphabet? ***
Eh, the letters have been just something to get me started, and I'm not always going to stick to them. Like now, for instance, I'll be talking about my dogs and a cobra.
***Alphabet could be discontinued at any time.
F is not for Cobra
Angus and Acorn have a new dog toy, and it is a cobra. And why not, I ask? I think it's hilarious that someone at the toy factory was thinking about what to manufacture next, and a deadly cobra came to mind---a rubber cobra with a squeaker.
A rare moment where Angus has control of the cobra...
I don't think it's really meant to be a dog toy, which is why they only get to have it when supervised, but that makes it all the more coveted. Usually there is a particular toy that Angus flips over, while Acorn has no preferences, but Acorn has such a thing for the cobra that her personality is altered when I hand it over. She's extra aggressive, barks more often and more shrill, plays longer and harder. She's a little bit frightening.
Acorn standing over the cobra, daring Angus to take it. Angus looking away like he doesn't care. This stand-off is the resting point of all tug-o-wars.
I have watched them play with it for hours this weekend, until they both collapse. I was on the floor trying to do some stretches, and these jackasses used me as a prop in their cobra game, leaping me like a hurdle and barking back and forth at each other across my head.
"I find this humiliating."
F is for Feeling Groovy...
Didn't feel well yesterday and the weather sucks, so I woke up this morning with the deepest darkest circles I've ever had, which made me laugh out-loud and then grab the camera.
Naturally goth...The rest of the face too much of a swollen horror to share.