June 16, 2011

Oh, that's where the magenta went

Because it's impossible to find every renegade crayon left on the floor, my dog picks up where I leave off.
 

It usually results in a startling but colorful, "what goes in the front comes out the back" moment several hours later.

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1 comment:

Sweet Carolina Grace said...

This happens with the brightness of tennis balls, too. :)