Woody Cavenaugh

This morning we are getting ready for work and suddenly Sara says to me dead seriously;

"Turn around a second."

"What is it? Did I sit in something?"

"I'm not sure."

"Great, I must have sat in something. Is it cat barf? Its cat barf isn't it? Always with the barfing these cats."

"No. It isn't barf. You've got a butt."

"A butt!?! This is bad. Should I see a doctor? Do we have time for accupuncture? What am I going to tell my friends and coworkers? Can I tell them I sat in cat barf?"

"No, it isn't bad. Its the jeans you are wearing, they make it look like you have a butt."

"Should I change? I should go change."

"No don't change, it looks pretty good on you."

"Really? Can we go jean shopping later?"