Proof than I’m alive even though Clay is asleep behind the wheel.
And possessed by a gargoyle.
A gargoyle that tried to lick my head.
I’d like to tell you the entire story of where we were going, but I’m still trying to process it. Here’s some of the details: It was a business party, most of the people there were over the age of 60, the food…sweet Jesus, the food was just bizarre…there was a musical with a lot of morbidly obese people dancing. You see why I’m struggling? If I didn’t have these photos, I’d think it was all a bad dream.
ps. Could someone please take my coat to the cleaners to remove all the fuzz balls and pet hair and whatever sticky substance is on the sleeve and shoulder? Oh…and replace the missing button? Great, thanks. Lookin’ sharp as always…sigh.