Why, You Little...!
I have a very big love of laugh.
I've never chased a homeless, nascar motor-equipped scooter-mounted bag lady down for unvoluntary plowage of my alley garden... except vicariously.
Nor traded shoes for beer. ["Yet, Cyggie me man; Yet..", me inner leprecuan whispers snidely...]
But when I need to, there's only one source of experience to turn to.
Cygnus' old birdbrain is a bit addled tonight, trying to figure out Tulips and why a Lady of Pearl's caliber is offering such a beautiful pipe (hey, the tape first appeared to me as thus, and thus shall it ever remain) and them word thingies to his nest...
I'll get the flowers arranged, and you all head on over to Pearl's; Tell her Cygnus sent you. And take her a Sunflower until we find out what her favorite one is!
[Cameo] Brooch, ca. 1860
2 days ago