I don't know why Egghead is so angry. Maybe it's because he's missing an arm and his one good arm is stuck on his hip all feminine like. Maybe he thinks it's sending the wrong message. I don't know.
Jay picked Egghead up when we were thrifting a few weeks back. He was 40 cents. I almost didn't buy him because I heard the creepy, middle aged, male cashier say that the money from all the sales at this particular thrift store goes to support religious missionaries. I really don't want to support something like that but I figured the missionaries couldn't mislead too many people with my forty cents. Still, I don't think I'll be returning to that thrift store. The cashier really did give me the heebie jeebies. I felt as if he kept staring at me and making judgments about me based on my extremely short hair. Frankly, I don't care about the opinions of the fanatically religious, but I just didn't feel welcome and I won't be going back.
Anyway. Back to Egghead. He was purchased because the boy likes to eat soft boiled eggs and we had no egg cups. It's never occurred to me to purchase egg cups but now I'm seeing cute ones everywhere. (Like here.)
I uploaded Egghead's picture because I was thinking of making him my new header photo, but now I'm not so sure. I don't know if I want to look at that scowl and those arched eyebrows every time I click on my blog. My blog is in a state of limbo at the moment. I'm so sick of the header photo since its theme is clearly summer and mentally that isn't where I'm at. But yet it's not quite fall here so I don't have any better images to replace it with. You may have to keep looking at that beach scene until mid-October. Please direct all complaints to Mother Nature.