What Would Shewolf Say?

It's a well-known fact that too much A2K before bedtime can have unexpected consequences. I'm still bleary-eyed from a restless night of disconcerting dreams. In one of them, Shewolf and I were appliance shopping in some nameless big box store. Assorted A2K riff-raff (male) were lurking in the aisles (no doubt hoping to curry favour with the canine queen by carrying her purchases to the parking lot). Suddenly, like a conjurer with a fist full of flowers from up a sleeve, Shewolf produces, from nowhere, a pair of HUGE, SHOCKING PINK, LATEX RUBBER gloves. Now these were no ordinary, let's-do-a-little-tidying-up gloves; they were enormous. As Shewolf flexed her fingers to work them on and rolled them up her arms I could see that the sleeves wouldn't end until they were above her shoulders.

"Shewolf," I exclaimed, "why, those gloves are so big you could assist in the birth of a calf that needed turning!" (It's a dream, okay, and I watched a lot of nature/educational films as a kid.) "What on earth do you need gloves that big for?"

And Shewolf turned to me with her wise, canine eyes shining, and said:
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Yep. Typical. I'm about to be enlightened and I freakin' woke up. (Usually I fall asleep....or succumb to the MEGO effect.) What, what could Shewolf been about to impart? I just know it was gonna be wise...or witty...or earth-shattering. What Would Shewolf Say?