Thursday, December 6, 2007

My in-laws' dog ate my fake boob

My fancy shoes and costumes survived GenCon relatively unscathed. But Kipper the poodle-something-something dog ate one of my fake boobs.
They were the water-filled kind from Frederick's. He ate it and it popped and then he got a mouth full of whatever not-water they fill those things with. Then he drooled and looked pathetic for a little while, occasionally barking angrily at the remains of the fake boob.

To illustrate, here are some elegant bust pads called, amazingly, "Your Secret".



Don't you just love the lily? It's saying "It's OK, I'll keep Your Secret. I'm a lily. Everyone trusts lilies."