I’ve had a really rough week dating wise. I stare into the mirror and inventory my growing list of imperfections. There seem to be quite a few: stubby whiskers, flabby muscles, bowling ball eyes, etc… I sigh in defeat and rub my ever expanding tummy.
My little brother walks up, “What are you doing?”
“I’m wondering if trimming my fur will make me appear thinner.” I break into laughter.
“Why are you laughing?” he asks.
“Because I’m out of Kleenex.”