Lately I've been noticing that people are finding their way to my blog by Googling "Post Your Beaver" or "postyourbeaver.com".
If this is how you found me, I'm sorry if I misled you.
My beaver was red, and it was technically a can opener.
The only other beaver you'll see on here will probably be one that feasts on stacks of sticks and branches and then makes dams out of them.
Unless you're my boyfriend or one night stand, you're not going to see my beaver.
Unless you name the right price.
In which case, I'll show you my beaver.
But only if it pays off my debt.
And gets me a new car.
And buys me new clothes.
And a house.
I guess that would make me a prostitute wouldn't it?