short people got no reason to live

Sometimes I don’t like being short. Whenever I try to clear the snow off my car, I always have a hard time reaching the roof even with a long-handled show brush. So I end up driving around with a giant snow mohawk on the top of my car.

And I was wandering around Target today, thinking about buying myself a polarfleece bathrobe. They looked horrifically unstylish, but I was thinking it would be a good thing to have around the house since it is starting to get cold. But I couldn’t buy one, because they weren’t made for short people, and a full-length robe on me would trail on the floor.

Alas!