We were at the dog park yesterday with Káva, and the only other dog there was an older terrier mix that was just chillin’ by himself. Káva is only interested in her ball, so it’s no big deal; R just throws it to her a hundred times. Meanwhile, the owner of the terrier mix (an older, very Tennessee lady) starts to talk to us. We chat for awhile, and then she tells us that she just learned what tea-bagging is. TEA-BAGGING. I can only laugh while she talks about how she had never heard of tea-bagging, and that girls can’t tea-bag, and she could think of at least two worse things you could do to an unconscious person than tea-bagging.

And then a new dog came into the park, lifted his leg, and PEED on this older, very Tennessee lady with a newfound fascination with tea-bagging.