I’m letting go of that airplane ticket, I guess, I probably said I let go of it before but now I’m going to close out the tab.
I’m having a yard sale next weekend, stop on by!
…it’s not this yard. you’ll either have to message me about which yard it is or go to all the yards and see if I’m there.
the yard sale has been pushed back a week! ( not by me. I saw this coming)
AuntAlwaysRight: it has to be this weekend?
me: I would prefer to get it over with. And that’s what I was planning for since you said yes.
AuntAlwaysRight: well, if we have it this weekend, one day. If we have it next weekend, it could be two days.
me: Next weekend it is. I’m putting it in my calendar and we are not changing it again. (okay. this is me walking out of the room before my head explodes. you two have fun sitting on your asses ~talking about~ what you are going to sell.)
Every Man For Himself. 2010. Oil on canvas. 60 x 60”
So many butts
JACK HARKNESS MEETING BUCKY AND STEVE IN THE 1940s AND FLIRTING FURIOUSLY WITH BOTH OF THEM
JACK HARKNESS SEEING THEM AGAIN IN THE 21ST CENTURY AND THEY’RE ALL EQUALLY CONFUSED AS EACH OTHER