Stealth Returns

on the road with Stealth

As you may recall, Stealth Panda would not be denied his place on our road trip to Arizona.  Worse, because he craves world domination like he craves dust bunnies (they are his snack-du-jour, after all), he insisted on riding 'shotgun'.  As it were.  Not that I will EVER let Xavier, the French bulldog for which I'm constantly saving, ride in this position.

Here I've captured Stealth in fine form, hogging the windshield as he lusts after Target (or as he pronounces it, Targheaa.)  That Stealth has a bad French accent excuses him from this pronunciation faux-pas, however, it doesn't really explain many of the buyers I've worked with from said Target during my time in the art industry (they too pronounce it Targheaa.)  Like we don't all know it's called Target.  Just look at the logo . . . .

I digress here only because Stealth spend a good hour plopped on the dash, paws fixed to the glass, while panting unintelligible words that all had something to do with shopping.  (He is totally into black Friday.  I am not.  In fact, I should be cyber-shopping right now, but I just can't bring myself to do it.)  Anyway, since he insisted on obscuring my view of the world as we sped along I-15 (this pic happens to have been taken in Orem, Utah -- or as the locals call it, 'Happy Valley') the least I can do is get even and carry on about his quest for domination and world renown, and.  Wait.

Stealth, you brilliant stuffie.  Targheaa would be the perfect place to start.  I wonder if any of my buyer friends are still in the biz?