You know how in those artsy films there's this moment where you're supposed to be dazzled by their homage to Magritte? You know there's this door that opens out onto a bucollic scene that makes your eyes hurt because the colors are just so darn vivid (yeah I got a new thesarus so what?)
Anyway that just happened.
Right here in my kitchen.
Magically the door opened all by it's self, the sun shone in a dazzle and the dogs just walked out the door into the magical sunshine.
Which is good because it was time for pee break.
Hope the log trucks have magical breaks.