My Facebook friends, both of them, will be very confused as this is my profile picture. All along they thought i became a writer because of the big nose and facial hair, and that i was doing quite well for not having thumbs. All true. But i am an impostor. No one could wear a Scottish tam with attached red hair like our Westie, Rascal, recently released from his earthly bonds at the age of 17. He is the real inspiration for this blog, and for all other fun but wrong activities. He was a wonderful sociopath, delightfully criminal, and a frequent clotheswearer. Some have gone so far as to suggest that his walking around the block in a sportsbra was the root of his psychological malaise but they are under-informed h8ters. he had a full body unitard (with tail hole thoughtfully cut out) but, always a minimalist, we all agreed the sportsbra was all he needed.