Thursday, May 15, 2014
Spanish week in the supermarket. A life sized toreador has appeared between the fresh fruit counter and the frozen chickens. There is something ever so slightly unsettling about the toreador. He looks as though he may walk the aisles at night .
Bob spends his afternoon chasing blackbirds. You'd think that he might have worked out by now that they take flight thirty seconds before he arrives on the scene. He's developed a new trait. When he's in a deep sleep he shows his overbite and a tooth. His sister would never do anything so ungainly.