One of my favorite looks for Hangdog was the Unabomber costume. (Hood tied close.)
It's reasonably warm today and we're headed for Spring. But it's still a little chilly. The baby had a hoody sweatshirt on and for one split second, I swore I was looking at Hangdog.
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1 comment:
You are so funny! I remember wondering why you called Mike that till I saw him in his getup heading for the mailbox! It was hilarious! And reminded me of those famous sketches on the news back in the "unibomber days". I hardly think Tyler could carry that look :)
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