Old biddies

I have a friend, and I'll call her Tiffany. Tiffany and I have a plan for when we're old and widowed, and it involves us living together peacefully. I'm pretty sure it'll look something like this:



Yes, I still plan to wear flip flops when I'm old. I also apparently plan to look as much as humanly possible like my Grandma Amborn.

At Adam's insistence

Adam insists that I use this blog not for dead air, but rather for posting art.

Very well. But just remember, you brought this on yourself.



There is, of course, a story here. I just think it's more amusing if you don't know the backstory.