Where I want to wiggle my toes:

I'm on the hunt.

On the hunt like a "something that hunts" kind of animal.

A new rug is my prey.

Prey that is a non-smelly rug because "hunter-animals" usually sniff out their smelly prey.

The funny thing is that at this very moment, as I type away and laugh histerically,

my husband is saying "oh geez, you're blogging again, aren't you."

Yes Dear

=)

Maybe I should put out a personal add for my new rug.

{I'm more of a lover than a fighter, so I'm doubtful that the "hunting" thing will work out}

I like long walks on the beach.

I like cuddling.

I like picnics in my front yard.

I like candle-light dinners on my coffee table.

I like to wiggle my toes on fluffy new rugs.

Are you my new rug?

What about you?

You're nice, but...

You would go over like a fart in church.

{Everybody notices, and nobody likes it}

{And some people even smell it}

#fail

The search continues.