Now Everyone Has a Mustache

I was getting my dinner ready last night and I carried my drink and salad into the livingroom (that's right, I eat in front of the television on occasion). I went back into the kitchen for my hot dog and baked potato (and I eat very nutritiously) and noticed that sweet, sweet Ziggy had her head in my glass and was drinking my milk for all she was worth.



I guess it's always nice to share.