Oh, I see you seething and I know the reason why, but even though the steam emitting from your ears and the flames brewing in your eyes indicate a desire to smite *someone* into a donnybrook, I think you should take a few deep breaths and just–chill–out–because having my feet on the dash of your car is not a reason for ire. Alternatively, think of my feet as creating a cintre both supporting and uplifting my rising mood, a clear benefit to you since sending me into contention may result in the removal of one of these fuzzy socks and turning it, instead, into a burglarious sock by poking in a pair of eyeholes and pulling it, sweat and all, over your fuming face dearest honey bunny. : )
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