Earlier this week a cold front blew through and around here we call that "crazy animal weather" because the neighborhood comes alive with animals streaking through their front yards and fighting with each other. It's generally also a good night for Simon. It's not, however, a good night for sleep (read the FAQ's for Simon's gifting procedure and you'll know what I mean).
The world will never be at a shortage for gardening gloves, no matter how hard Simon tries.
Upping the bar on the meaning of 'dirty rag'.
I really think he gets into people's laundry rooms because there just isn't any other excuse for the amount of socks he manages to find.