we have a drag queen in our midst

Being the lazy bums we are, we're big fans of our roomba, the robotic vacuum who does the floors while we walk dogs, or waste time on the internet.

Given our house is largely fur-laden, we named our roomba Hairy, since after the first time we used it, it was covered in hairs. We leave him alone, and come home to find either level of the house spotless.

It's been awesome and we've been impressed at what it can do, but the other day Hairy caught me off guard. It seems he's picked up a new trick.

The closet in our bedroom hasn't had a door since before we moved in. In fact, when we bought the house there was a hideous blue curtain on it that the dogs managed to pull down by lying on.
So, for weeks it's been wide open, since the door I bought was too big and is currently being sized down before we can install it.

I came home, though, the other day to see that hairy had apparently been in the closet. He'd apparently taken a liking to one of my sundresses and decided to try it on, take it for a spin. I think it suits him quite well.