An Artists' Life

Finally, Esme on the left and Baya on the right at their second birthday party. What you can't see in the picture is how delightful they smell, how wonderful their hugs are, how Baya kisses like a kissing guryami fish, exactly. Normally I hate wet soup kisses, but Bayas' are just heavenly. A new version of 'slurpy' has changed this nanas' opinion totally.

Next mission is a bit more complex. I won't descibe it but when done, there should be a picture of me on this blog. Why I care so much about doing this, I can't say, or won't. After all, my 7th grade English teacher drilled this little ditty into our heads: Fools names and fools faces are often seen in public places. Well the heck with her. She was ancient when I was 12, and mean too. Sent me to the principals' office more often than any other teachers combined. So the heck with her twice.