I'm doing taxes and my accountant told me to hurry. She and Uncle Sam probably don't understand the need for blogging. But, we do, don't we? This is me, hurrying.
Dressing up for the Prom with Robelyn was enough to knock your socks off...
The P is going through some restructuring. We will now be in a wonderful antique store in Quinlan, called Tipsy Tango. And we will be buying and selling by appointment, from our private property in Poetry.
Didn't see that coming, did ya? More details, after taxes.