So touchy

I’m sorry I asked if you were going to go as Hagrid to the midnight Harry Potter book party at our local bookstore. I did not mean that I think you look like him at all. You don’t.

No, It was actually the fact that you kind of smell like I always imagined Hagrid would smell like. You know, like a smelly half-giant guy who lives alone in a hut with wild animals and a big wet dog. That’s all I meant.