Andy sent me some puppy teeth and feathers from their lovebirds. Um, the feathers are from their lovebirds, and the teeth belonged to a visiting puppy. The feathers are bitty, but I think I’ll be able to incorporate them into something.
In other news, I finally managed to get fed up enough to complain about Mr. Upstairs. Boy did I not want to do that, but I really didn’t have a choice. Yesterday, I was treated to the twin blarings of his television and jazz music. I’m sorry, but I draw the line at being invaded by a jazz band. The office manager’s response to Mr. Upstairs dumping random crap on my patio was “Eeeew!” She said they’d send him a letter, so hopefully within a day or two, the noise level will drop, and things stop falling from the sky.
red paper boat 