What's that you say?
Twenty days of May are gone and you haven't seen a single one of it's inchies?
You've quit reading this blog because there's nothing new to read?
You wonder if I got lost out on the mean streets?
Well, I'm right here.
And so are the twenty inchies.
I promise that they all had their pictures taken and I spent a long time writing many of their back stories.
Then I pushed the wrong button.
That really pushed my wrong button, and the mother board self-destructed.
I still don't feel like re-writing all those words.
So let me just tell you about today.
Today I passed a lot of yard sales when I took my early morning walk on the mean streets.
So when I got home, I grabbed the Prince and a pocketfull of change and we went to visit some of them.
I was looking for books to cut up.
I picked up this book and thumbed through it looking for illustrations.
What I saw kind of scared me.
So I bought it.
I came home and cut out a lot of the pictures.
The Prince was rather alarmed at some of them.
I told him I thought they were perfect fodder for awesome greeting cards.
He said, "I hope you still think so about two a.m. tomorrow morning when you wake up screaming 'Please don't hurt me!'".
I said, "Don't I usually wake up screaming anyway?"
(And what's with that?)
I might as well have a reason.
Don't you think we could have some fun making cards from this stuff?
Maybe we could even use some of the words from the book.
Taken out of context, they are as bizarre as the illustrations.
We could make some apology cards.
Maybe we can make up our own words.
Perhaps something about a search for the perfect pair of shoes.
And when I say "we", Dear Reader, I mean you and me.
I think I'll use some of my watercolor paper to make some cards.
Then I'll glue these illustrations on the cards and let you write the text.
So, put on your thinking caps, because I'll be back in a blink.
You believe that, don't you?