I think I confused myself

Remember when you were younger and for her birthday, you'd proudly present your mother with some crap or other made out of loo rolls and fluff? Well I suppose I'm a little past the kindergarten stage, but I'm hoping the "accept crud from off-spring" gene is still active in my mom:

I had such good intentions, but somehow they disappeared into a cloud of turd. Firtsly, the black baby cord I chose tore in a bazillion places after jamming my sewing machine with fluff prompting a complete remake using cotton fleece, and then the eyes and head were placed wonkily during a rather juicy conversation with my house mate.

*sigh*

I just hope she remembers she's a tarus and isn't totally confused by this. Oh bugger, I think I got that wrong too. Well it kind of looks like a bull in sheep's clothing, right?!?