I was never one of those kids who struggled with boredom.
On days where most nine-year-olds were having trouble finding something to amuse them, I was busy making kites out of string and plastic grocery sacks, “painting” on the sidewalk with a paintbrush and cup of water, or frantically using big giant rocks to crush small colorful rocks into pastel colored powders that I would then use as “makeup”.
Nineteen years later, not much has changed.
The other night, I found myself sitting on the sofa, trying to think of a new and interesting way to entertain myself.
Five minutes later, I was in front of the computer screen, laughing at some of my past tweets like the closet egomaniac that I truly am.
Suddenly, I came across this little nugget of randomness from last week:
And just like that, I was no longer bored.
It took me about thirty minutes, but eventually, I transformed this:
Ladies and gentlemen, prepare to be seduced by the sexiest chihuahua in all of Minnesota.
Actually…the whipped cream bikini doesn’t work so well on Jolie. Aside from having three pairs of nipples that require covering, she just can’t seem to resist immediately eating all of the whipped cream herself.
(I hope none of you think less of me after reading this.)
(Because you have to admit, turning an orthopedic ankle brace into an S&M chihuahua outfit is kind of an awesome talent.)