Ten-Finger Exercises

Oh for more days like this!

Poor Bill had to work all day today too, and poor me had to stay at home alone. Hey, I wrote two stories today! From scratch.

The first is an idea I got from a Than-Bauk of Alfred's about hidden treasure in the form of gold coins in his back yard.

Then my Small Talk improv voices got going with a complaint from the mending basket. I really did intend to mend today, but I could hardly get them to shut up.

Now that I've accomplished something other than playing here, that is to say i just ironed eight shirts, I better zip this up for now and go get supper started. He will be a starving man when he comes in, and will think that I've wasted my day on soap operas and bon-bons. Figuratively speaking. (Hmmm...how about this for a parody of a song? "You are my bon-bon, my only bon-bon. you make me happy when skies are gray....")

Say goodnight, freshly ironed shirts.

"Oh, button your lip."