You shan't see me for a while. I must edit, pay loads of attention to Franklin and Penelope, and continue to clean my house. Cleaning represents a never ending battle. As soon as I finish cleaning my house, the first part that I cleaned is dirty. As soon as I finish the laundry, more laundry is in the hamper.
Admittedly, I am fussy.
I hope to see you for The Battle of the Bands on October 21st. If I can't make it, I'll let you know.
A gift for you: a better photo of Penelope. Less fear in the eyes, perhaps?
|a new love|
Sing us out, please, Paul.