Are you catcalling me right now? Are you sure?
I can’t say I blame you. Is it the way my outfit hugs my curves? Is it my come-hither expression? The fact that I’ve showered in the past week?
As much as it drives me crazy not to be able to walk around town in peace, I have a little grudging admiration for the chutzpah it takes to hassle a woman who towers over you and has murder in her eyes.
Because I don’t like posts to be wholly negative or snarky, here are some photos of Tumbo the lamb.
The ducks came over to see what was up.