Friday, April 10, 2009

Blame It On the Fumes


I wore a pickled sash with french fried rivers today.  My piano cried because the buttermilk hiccuped and the calculator threw a corsage out the window.  But what do you say when a book hugs a walrus?  "Chaka Khan!"

2 comments:

Mitchell Family said...

wow, i don't even know what to say. where did this come from and didn't anyone tell you to open the dang window when your painting? how's it going by the way?

Suzanne said...

WHAT?!?