The beagle smells like hamster. I don't understand either. I do know that watching her try to navigate her way through snow that is level with her back is high-quality entertainment. Also, I don't know if I mentioned this, but before she was named Gucci - her name was "Maybelle." Who the hell names their dog - or anything else, for that matter - "Maybelle"? She doesn't look like a "Maybelle," she looks like a Gucci and yes, she will probably be a handbag one day. What?
I rock the random, by the way.
Also, since teh one flatmate is ill, and the roads are sucky, and it's spring break, I think we might go on a Harry Potter flick marathon because we are just that cool. Plus, I don't have a mouse so I can't play Warcraft properly and damn you, Blizzard Entertainment, for ruining my GPA! I could've been a contendah...
Oh well. This is why we have baby Radcakes and a Hermione equipped with bushy hair. Oh, Sorcerer's Stone, how I love thee. ♥ I should really finish my parody of that film. Heh. Also, finish crocheting the giant blanket of doom for the 'rents. Right then. I'm on it!
ETA: The snow is officially beagle-deep.