While I was brushing my teeth this morning, pre-coffee, I had such an amazing thought I forgot to continue brushing. I will again stress that this was pre-coffee. I'd been thinking about my wool sweater and how you can't wash them in machines unless you want them to shrink (a.k.a. felt). While pre-coffee, it occurred to me to wonder "well, why don't sheep shrink in the rain?"
At this precise moment, Chris (also pre-coffee) was having his own epiphany in the kitchen (which sounds rude). Chris' was profound: he was wondering who ever decided that coffee was drinkable.
I researched on the magical internet and learned that while some sheep are miniaturized, they (sadly) do NOT shrink in the rain. I learned about how the scales on their hair will lock together when shorn and wetly agitated (sounds rude) and don't really shrink, but just become more compact. I was getting excited about people having sheep so small that it looked like they didn't even have sheep. For all I knew, I had an entire flock hovering near my ankles.
Chris made his coffee, forgot it on the counter, came home a few hours later to reheat the coffee and then forgot to drink it again. He moved on to orange juice without incident. Another pre-coffee day in the Hobbit Hole life.
An Erinku:
lights in bathroom
much much
better than
showering by flashlight
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