All's quiet on the homefront. Mr. B is keeping company with Q, and I hear that they had a nice time at Neptune's Net, the local Harley hangout. C-note is keeping company with J-bird, playing guitar and . . . playing guitar with a short break to meet J-bird's parents for dinner. Sleep tight you two, while I enjoy the peace and quiet.
Unusual happening this morning: As we were preparing to leave the house, a thick, 10 inch bone fell from the sky right outside the back door. Still has a small bone attached and dried blood. Could this be an omen?
So, Mr. B has officially taken over the bathroom as his art studio. Note, the beautiful display in the sink (which temporarily was blue): sixteen toy people standing upright in a sea of white. It only took four rolls of toilet paper to create this sea of white, and now we must use kleenex at the toilet. I'm sure Van Gogh would approve.
Mr. B has discovered a new passion: tea pots.
