And no, this isn't my merkin. It's my belly button.
I know it's gross. I'm sorry.
And yes, I'm wearing the Justin Bieber polish. I'm one less lonely girl today.
But anyway, because of my last post, I didn't want the Investigator's Wife to think that I had only seen cats with hemorrhoids. Now that I've typed that, I don't know why it matters. I mean, what if I had only seen hemerrhoidal cats? But there you have it. I'm pretty sure the cat anuses I've seen have been normal.
I haven't seen many, though. I'm really really not a cat person.
Also, I don't have a merkin. Not that I think you're judging. But I don't. I just can't seem to get away from the topic.
Also also, the Parisian cat, Gaspard, has stopped with the rapey behavior. One has to assume it was just brief post-ball-snipping madness. Since he's totally calmed down and it doesn't seem to be affecting his self-esteem, I didn't suggest neuticles.
But back to the merkin at hand. My lovely friend Jessica emailed this morning to say, "Whenever I see something about merkins, I think of you. I'm not sure what this says about our friendship, but I suspect it's something magical and delightful."
I'm certain it does. Seriously.
Anyway, she sent me this link, which, as the topic might suggest, should be opened either not at work, or only if you have colleagues who don't freak out about pubic wigs. Also, for the anti-fur among you, it could really piss you off.
Although I suppose it would be a good use of fur scraps, since you really wouldn't need much, even for a rather large merkin. I also saw an article about a designer using road kill in her creations. Her take is that if she weren't putting them to use, they'd be going into landfills. And she makes some lovely, dramatic pieces.
Drawback for the merkin set, however: it would be very hard to market roadkill in your pants. Which is the opposite of sexy.
And I really have nothing to say about pickles. I just like the word gherkin, and it rhymes! I do always get confused by the H in there, though.
Finally, it occurs to me that maybe I live on a tangent?