The sports guy on our local news who looks like a ferrit, but acts like a jackass, drives this car. And he might measure up to five feet. We saw him on our way to our coffee spot downtown. It made me increadably happy. As the always graciously tactful lady that I am, I pointed and said "Hey, look!" I exclaimed pointing across the street, "It's the weasly sports guy on the news! The one we can't stand!"
"Oh, yah it is. And I think he heard you, Jess."

"That's ok. OH MY GOD he drives a PT Cruiser!! Heeee"

That said, his girlfriend legs do reach his nose. Lucky him I guess.

So I got a bit cocky about the whole golden omlet thing. And when the cook of the house returned I insisted that I cook breakfast. "No, no, no, you just stay in bed. I'm going to prove to you how great I am at this now. Besides you burnt the eggs you cooked last time" Of course I was only one for one, and his recent eggs failure was like one out of hundreds of sucesscess. Needless to say, it didn't go as golden as before. But they were still tasty (and better than his last eggs) so I didn't take a picture.
So instead here is my kitten, TrashBear. She had gotten fixed and hence the cone.