Guest Artist

I bet you thought I took last night off because of President's Day, didn't ya? Nuh-uh.

It was Seymour's fault.

The Shish gave me a magazine...it was cooking and normally my mags go to the house of the parentals but they are vegetarians, you see, so cooking mags are pretty much wasted on them and oh yeah, Seymour Loves Food.

And the funny thing was the other night when we hung the magazine in a bag on their fence? Grantley and I both lifted our heads because guess who was playing sax right above us? Uh-huh.

So, we had to drop something off and umm pick two things up. Check this out.Yeah, that's right. Freshly knitted socks for me by Marilyn. How cool is THAT?

Anyway, yeah so we pop over there and now I have a glass of red wine and Grantley is snoozing on the floor in front of the fire in the fireplace and then Seymour is coming out of the kitchen with a plate of cheese and crackers because his Yiddish mother always told him "Never ask people if they'd like something to eat, just bring it out." and then my wine glass gets filled umm yeah two more times and I'm thinkin' uhhh I don't think I can blog tonight.

"And," as Shish would tell you, "Ann would say, there you go."