It started innocent enough...

So, we're driving into the parking lot of our favorite gyro restaurant when I spied the Humane Society traveling adopt-a-pet van. The puppies and doggies were outside in kennels or on leashes. My first reaction was, expectantly:

"Puppies! Fluffies! Puppies!"

Todd: "Yes, the puppies are out. Poor puppies."

Me: "I know we can't afford another kid, and I sure as hell don't want to walk one in the freezing rain at five am. But, when we get a house... *sigh* Poor puppies."

Todd: "Just don't look at them."

Me: "I can't help it. My furry radar has been triggered. I can't help it now. I will be forced to see the furries."

Todd, after a pause: "You have a furry radar? You can't help but to see furries?"

Me, after a moment of following my husband's thought process with that reference: "EEEEEEEEEW! Ew! I'll never go to a con again!"

Todd: *lots of laughing*



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Hey, look, everyone has their limits. Furries and adult babies are mine. Especially adult babies. Ugh. To each his own, ya'll, but man, there is no way fiction is stranger than real life.