You may be snorting soup out of your nose asking "what in the name of Guantanamo Bay ARE those?" They are, in fact, an attempt on some town leader's part to make our small city look - and I quote - "more Victorian." MORE VICTORIAN??
This is me on the way to Louisville Saturday to meet John's sister and bro-in-law for lunch and then to visit Great Aunt Nelda in the hospital. Sometimes in the car I get bored and take pictures of myself. But I was feeling funky that day anyway. I had green shoes on that weren't the same shade as the necklace, and bobby-pinned my ponytail in weird spirals coming out of the back of my head. I was on muscle relaxers that day, too.
This is Todd and Becky and John and Me at Bearno's pizza in Louisville. That's a spicy a meataballa! Anyway, it was good and hey, I'm wearing that jacket today, too. My boss keeps the office cold enough that if someone shoots a bear and needs a place to store it, they can put it by the copy machine for a few days and it'll be good.
OH. And get this. The cleaning lady threw away my art. THREW IT away. What do I have to do around here, label things, like hey, lady, that's my paper plate blueberry juice art you have in your hand there. Geesh. You can't trust ANYbody these days.