DH has been walking around all evening, shaking his head and mumbling something about me being weird (moi'?) for saying I was going to buy my silkie pullet a cop's costume (meant for teeny weeny yippy dogs) and take her trick or treating. Yet right now he is sitting behind me at his desk, playing Beethovens 5th symphony, done to (ummm family friendly, Kat) flatulence, all for the dogs amusement. Whose weirder? Oh, just go with it. We're smack in the middle of our second childhoods and enjoying every minute of em.