dancing pants

You know, S, just as soon as I declare my intention to get rid of my tschotchkes to make myself more desirable to you, I discover that another one has come in the mail for me. Thank you, C, for this awesome pair of wind-up hopping lederhosen. Sorry, S, a thirsty horse can be led away from a trough filled with real estate-consuming crapola, but in the end it will still trot back and grab a few, or however that saying goes. I just remembered that I have a cockroach-shaped pillow. I'm going to dig it out of my boxes and send it to you!