“Darling, the legs aren’t so beautiful, I just know what to do with them.”
– Marlene Dietrich
Last week in an effort to hurry Spring along by dressing the part (which worked swimmingly, by the way!) I broke out this pretty thing I scored on Ebay:
Darling, no?
The problem? As J. and I were walking to the car for lunch, I happened to glance down and see this:
“Why did you let me outside looking like this?!” I demanded.
“You’re a quarter Slovak, I have no idea why you have albino legs,” he retorted.
Small Dog Syndrome 
C., I speak for your Reader readers when I say, “I was really confused by your ‘artist’s rendering’ until I came to the real page.” Your legs would blend in well with the rest of my screen.