The Schwann's man came to the door with my Wildberry Yogurt fix. And, as usual...I forgot to preorder. I don't get much anyway (frugal/practical me) but we do enjoy their salmon and a few other things now and then.
And, well, the weather today is wretched so I invited him in while I quickly compiled a small order. I sat down right there on the steps - just a couple feet from our bear.
Our bear (who was not carved by Pa Torm) who - unbeknownst to me is wearing a slip - not mine, I swear, for headgear.
And I failed to notice this until after the Schwann's dude left.