mrs bardhol, madonna of the all night diner.
Here we are at Waffle House after failing to be adequately rocked by deerhoof, missing the last train back and being forced to take a taxi.
Yes, my wife's hands are huge.
Her elbows are all fubar because i didn't realize they weren't where i wanted them until i had already completed her biceps. Imagine her jacket the cream color of the seat back, her cuffs the red-orange of the seat cushion and her hat and scarf a matching shade of green. It was quite a sight.
Here we are at Waffle House after failing to be adequately rocked by deerhoof, missing the last train back and being forced to take a taxi.
Yes, my wife's hands are huge.
Her elbows are all fubar because i didn't realize they weren't where i wanted them until i had already completed her biceps. Imagine her jacket the cream color of the seat back, her cuffs the red-orange of the seat cushion and her hat and scarf a matching shade of green. It was quite a sight.
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served at 11:32 PM
3 Comments:
Deerhoof, Waffle House and a missed train all in one night! No wonder the Mrs. looks so thrilled!
I hadn't noticed the hand until you posted about it. Her wrist looks kind of like an ankle, but it somehow makes sense, in context.
Hey, B! Again, there's a certain something here. You seem to be very sensitive to mood and I like that a lot. I'm, ahem, bursting with anticipation of your next offering.
Bardsy:
Just a quick post to commemorate my one-year anniversary over at craigseggs.blogspot.com.
What a year, eh?
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