When wit strikes at 2 a.m.

Someone had sent across a picture of two teeny pugs snuggling into each other, fast asleep. One's non-existent stub of a nose mashed into the soft back of the other pug. (I just found the picture. Here it is.)

I forwarded this picture to a friend with the message: "Here's why you're having trouble with your network. It ain't following you anymore."

I thought that was funny.