A whopper

mckitterick and I went to KCMO yesterday to pick up Fetish Kitty's bones. Since Cindy was going to be out and about, she said she'd leave them between the front door and the screen for me. Okay, cool. So you guys, we got there and I went up to the house to get the package and the bones were in a goddammned Burger King bag, I shit you not. Oh man. I tell you, nobody could have scripted a better scene than that. Talk about completely diffusing what was shaping up to be a really emotional moment. 100% awesome.

Now they're all spread out on the dining room table (hey! who wants to come over for lunch!) and the whole thing is fascinating and beautiful. Her little scapulas are like butterfly wings and her ribs are so graceful and delicate. I'm not as sad as I feared I would be.

Mostly because that Burger King sack was fucking genius. Whether she intended it that way or not.