let them brush your rock ‘n roll hair

The mister, who knows my love of Wayne Coyne and knows that if Mr. Coyne showed up on our doorstep with a sour cream and onion corn ring and proposed to me he would be relegated to has-been status in my romantic world pointed me to the NY Times article about my dream Valentino and [...]

the fish are jumping and the cotton is high

So yesterday was a little more than a little surreal given that it started with putting to bed a two-day long semantic argument with a wholesaler (which I think I won) then a surprise drop-in from a dear friend from London.  Much time was spent on the front porch, catching up, drinking beer & taking [...]