As we wrap up our holiday soon, the mind wanders…
Quicker than a slug on ice, this buffet is smacked… tearing strips off the ceiling in a rash of pulled teeth, filling holes, hogging in and mouthing B-R-U-N-C-H, while jumping in and out of character, hold the line. As we feast on our surroundings, the nose twitches, and another pot explodes on the roof. Oh how I wish, I wish, I wish…
We’ll be home soon… I dream of paint.
