Volleyball stew complements of my daughter Ella . . . I think this is where the term, "Taste's like shoe leather" comes from. No takers?
How does my girl come up with these things?
Now, on to Wyatt.
How about Lima bean sprouts?
First you'd have to wrestle it away from this little farmer-man. . .
Let's not make any comments about the grape pop-sickle face, shall we?
He's mighty proud of his bean sprout and the joy of seeing it grow brings a certain sparkle to his eye that borders on amazing with a dash of naughty. Why is that???
Then here's a check up with Bingo the Mighty Adventurer . . .
Bingo said, "Sniff, sniff. I sniff all in my territory. Especially these strange flashy things in my
"I can also sleep in absurd positions on the Tall Ladies bed. There is a rule in the feline world, if you did not know . . . 'Sleep in those areas where you are not desired, and sleep with commitment.' I think I do both splendidly. After all, I need all the rest I can get. My book was sent to the printers last week and I will hopefully be famous soon. Well, I can aspire to greatness can't I?"
Enough from that spoiled cat!!
And on that note, I will intercept the fully bound hardback and softback proofs from the printer next Monday. Hopefully it will be perfect and I will be able to push the GO button on Bingo's BIG Adventure so it will be available for shipping in about 35 days!!
The final blood, sweat, and tears to get that little book to print-ready status was arduous last week.
Time for a little break. A breather. Or something like that.
Bye for now!!!