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Goin' to the chapel...
So there was a wedding. The not-wearing-pantyhose thing went swimmingly, as did the not-wearing-heels thing. I appear, though, to have a sunburn. And I am in desperate want of a nap.
Unfortunately the living room is in desperate want of decluttering. So is the studio. Bah. And again I say, Bah.
[Also the neighbor children left their bicycles on my lawn. I have confiscated them. Because I'm like that.]
Unfortunately the living room is in desperate want of decluttering. So is the studio. Bah. And again I say, Bah.
[Also the neighbor children left their bicycles on my lawn. I have confiscated them. Because I'm like that.]
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hostages!
1) You could reassemble them in odd ways and then abandon them elsewhere.
2) You could keep them, since clearly they were a gift left on your lawn.
3) You could call the gendarmes to remove the garbage that was dumped in your yard.
4) You could make a donation to Goodwill, where the bikes might go to some kids who will appreciate them.
Or???
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