Dear Diary,
Today I was barely able to disguise my shock as my mother-- grandmother of my children-- casually explained to my aunt that there is a furry convention in Pittsburgh this weekend.
Oh, do you not know what a furry is? Well, fear not! Grandma knows. She can clue you in, with style, in front of her grandchildren. My older one was seated in his high chair, directly between them, finger painting happily. ...innocently.
The horror does not end there. No. Because my aunt had questions. Technical ones.
Do they all take off their masks at some point?
How do they know who they're meeting?
...But, if they're wearing costumes, how can they do anything?
Maybe their suits have slits in the pockets?
Make it stop, oh PLEASE make it stop.
The End.**
**But, not for Mommy. Mommy will be having nightmares tonight.
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