Why is it that my brother gave us a smoker yesterday, and I can see it from my (awesome!!!) chair where it's sitting in the yard for now, and all I can think every time I look at it is "That thing looks like a giant, metal dog"?
Why is it that when I told my husband that, he told me I'm crazier than he thought I was?
Why is it that I started laughing hysterically when he said that, thereby proving his point?