STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind
For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery"
Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Captain's Log (teak):
Am sad because my dearest is sad. I wish I could give her a hug right now, but she's not here. Instead I'm a doorman to dogs. How did this happen? Scotchie, tape me up...