The Psychiatrist Will See You Now

Ben is on probation. I’m watching him like a hawk.

He may even be subject to drug testing.

I wonder how you test for tomato residue in dog urine?

(How on EARTH did we arrive at THAT sentence after all this blogging, lo these many years? It boggles the mind. Truly.)

Welcome to The Ward ( ).

I’ve decided to give up the pretense of sanity and just let ‘er rip. I’m a couple of bubbles off plumb and there’s no use pretending otherwise. Might as well sit back and enjoy the ride.

(Hand me that seat belt.)

Here ya go….

In other news:

I have added some new watercolors to the Bogwillow Market. See link in the Menu bar on the top left of this page…

Some things are gone and new things have taken their place. I also decided to put the amounts on each thing so you know how much they are.

If you aren’t familiar with what the heck I’m talking about, you can read about it here:


[Oh rats. I can’t get the html link to work. It’s the August 5 entry. Check the Diary Index. Sorry…]

Okay, I have a lot on my plate today and must get busy. The good news is at the end of it I will be attending my knitting guild meeting. A treat on any planet you might like to name.

(You ARE from another planet. I’ll bet it’s called something filled with enormous amounts of gravitas. Something like, oh say….the planet ‘Dillweed’. Which would make you a Dillweedian.)

That’s the spirit ( )! You are taking your first steps into the delusionary world.

Welcome to The Ward!

(Where.
Is.
The.
EXIT!?)

Well, in the famous words of those mighty philosophers, The Eagles, “You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave.”