I picked four ripe little romas this morning. I haven’t had a chance to taste them yet, but I think supper is going to include a tomato sandwich.
In other news, I finished the page for “X” and am half finished with “Y.” I need to start thinking about what I’m going to do with the front and back covers, because they’re bare Davey board at this point. That clearly won’t do.
Harriet dragged Bad Cuz out of the toy box and gave him a stern talking to. And then she shook him dead.
And on a less entertaining note, someone is finally moving in upstairs. We are not amused. Least of all because I’ve been up since 4am and it’s now 8:30pm. I’m not looking forward to being kept up all night by stompy boys dropping boxes on my head and thundering up and down the stairs like a herd of rhinos.
red paper boat 