Skitter is looking dreamy in her flannel Bow Tie o’ the Day, as she lounges somewhat seductively around her own personal Charlie Brown Christmas tree— in her own personal living room townhouse. She’s looking dapper and cozy in her digs. She’s got a Dean Martin aura of smooth coolness going on. I feel like I should dress Skitter a tuxedo. I feel like I should mix her a dirty hot toddy, and set up a bigly, clunky microphone in front of her so she can croon holiday carols to us as we wrap presents and experience our own asinine people dramas.
Gee. I just realized I want to live in Skitter’s crate and be spoiled by me.