Overrun with Owls

Dear loved ones:

Stop buying us owls.  It's not that we don't love them.  We do.  We reeeeeaaaaallllyyy do.  See?  We sleep with them every night (please note: not all owls shown.  Which is to say, there are more). 

And then, every morning, we bundle them up and carry them all to another room, where we spread them out on the couch and play with each and every one.  And then there are owls scattered everywhere all day, until the end of the day, when they must each be found (less all hell break loose and demons rain from the skies which is clearly what would happen if a single owl went missing).  

And so the cycle continues.

We appreciate the owls.  We adore them.  We cannot possibly house any more of them.

With affection,

Nikki


P.S. Please don't tell Willow I sent this.