Tuesday, September 24, 2013
He has the garbage truck drivers wrapped around his little finger. They even honk the horn just for him.
In reality, April came over to have me help her frame this painting. I did it when I was in college and she grabbed it when she left home.
It was just a corner of the oil painting classroom at ASU....Many years ago.
She has had it hanging in her home ever since she thieved it.
I did this in the same era. It is of an abandoned house in Jerome, AZ. The building was supposedly a house of ill repute, back in the mining era.
It's kind of a sad painting, but I like it.
Tessie came in the kitchen when I was baking homemade cinnamon rolls this morning.
She started drooling and quickly came up with a proposal. "OK. I will trade you the monkey for three cinnamon rolls."
I am no fool. I can make more cinnamon rolls. I can't make another monkey. That's the only one.
Here you see how quickly a witch, a Steampunk inventor and a pit bull can devour three cinnamon rolls. It didn't take long, but the story has a happy ending. They are full and I have my monkey back. Everybody's happy.
See you tomorrow.