What a dick.

OMG what a weekend. I'm loving this covid 19.  Stay home, do crazy art..starwatch..eat..feed the homeless a few blocks away.  Last night I made 30 grilled cheese  sandwiches and 24 beef and bean burritos and they lasted 10 minutes each batch.  I figure that the only ething more desparate than a man who is broke is one that is hungry.

I had a chance to make a happy ending to a story of a friendship that I had to turn it over to the Lord. 
As many of you know, I found a wallet downtown Albuquerque that happened to belong to a friend of mine in need.  I found his mother and uncle through Facebook and eventually he came in contact with them and finally with me.  
I went all out for the guy: gave him my bed while I slept on the floor, tried cooking meals that he refused cuz he thought I was out to poison him...got him work..etc.  yesterday in an outburst he pulled a punch at me in front of a client.  This morning he emptied my wallet while I was in the shower and was gone be I got out.
God has a plan.  It isn't for our tiny little speck-heads to reason this out.  I know that in his pain, God is with him and will provide for him somehow as he, too, is one of His children.  Please, all of you, keep this beautiful soul in your prayers.  Something really wonderful will come of it.
I wish to acknowledge Officer Denerstein for his work yesterday and his professionalism that will help gain more stolen items back to me. The silk shirt I used in the pic below really stands out. The silk skirt he's wearing to go with is is a mad dash from here to Lame Giant before his mom catches him in her closet again.  His mom is a very elegent lady, with the exception of her breath.  You know what they say, halitosis is better than the alternative.  
But this chick doesn't surrender easy.  Even her dentures jump out of the way when she yawns.  But what's really revolting is when she's on Facebook Live and she butters her bagels with her teeth.  Einsteins bagels could be Bride of Einsteins Batter Platter I can't believe it's Not Not ur Mother.   Boy you could wring a bit of polident out saying that menu item.

Ok.  Enough about latent breastfeeding and sleep-on-her, not sleep overs.  I think that kind of habit should get nipped in the...well..nipnips by latest age 7 when my baby teeth got yanked out by a string tied to an areola.  We we're both bleeding from the hairy chest up and the prepubescent chin down.  We just sat and stared at the damage.  

I'll tell you, though, the teefs fairie got a little confused and to which side of our bed to leave the dollar on.  That sucker nearly passed us up til I tied a bow on her finger to remind her that molars and pencil erasers are not mutually exclusive.   But dad is happy to have his position back in bed rather than the fetal thumbsuck position on my daybed.  

Well enough chitchatter.  I'm going to bed early tonight.  I have a telephonic date with district two tomorrow and I need to preen my armor piercing 👅.  This is a huge hurdle to clearing my name and letting Truth do the talking.

Let's pick it up in the sock and boxer aisle as shown below.  Those l'eggs make for good prophylactics when ur giving it a pinch.

Cya!
Oh I almost forgot this link.  John Grant certainly sings it as it is, no?


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