when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Last Saturday after work I was accosted by three pirates on my front deck.
One case of PINOT EVIL, YArrgghh!
We were whisked away through winding roads and landed in a field near the end of the world.
Pirate, drinking, dancing, debauchery all around.
Sunday morning, head ache.
Sunday afternoon, jumping naked into the rapidly rushing forty-five degree-frigid- freaking river.(actually I had my SuperGirl panties on)
Save the ship, save the Pinot Evil. Yaarrrghhh!
All week long, looking for that lost piece of my brain.
Pirates, yarrgghh, please not tonight. We're scared to go home.