The day before yesterday, Snowflake and I received a little package from our Dearest Canadian. She sent Snowflake this wild little soap from the Manitoulin Soap Factory. She sent the same soap to Jimmy. I guess that means when I smell Snowflake, I can think of Jimmy or maybe Abigail and Emily. Like they'll both be running these eyeballs over their dangly bits. Hmmm...has anyone ever had an eyeball on their a$$hole? Maybe not until now.
Ack, cough... she also sent me something from the amazing Chain Mail God, Dylon Whyte. Lovely, lovely, lovely. Just like Chrissy.