Of all the paintings, on all the drafting boards in the world, THIS had to emerge from mine.
I blame the gnomes.
02 February 2008
A Game of Chicken
I should be writing. I should be working on my Year of the Rat print. I should be finishing the Lace Socks from Hell. I should be doing anything but dabbling around with paint. I just realized how tired I am of eating chicken for dinner...
Of all the paintings, on all the drafting boards in the world, THIS had to emerge from mine.
I blame the gnomes.
Of all the paintings, on all the drafting boards in the world, THIS had to emerge from mine.
I blame the gnomes.
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4 comments:
Q. Why did the chicken cross the periphery?
A. He wanted to go gnome.
That is just pathetic, Anon. Cute, but pathetic. *g*
Wow, I am impressed. I happen to love chickens, in fact, I have a collection of ceramics packed away somewhere. This is very good. Blessings, Cricket
Cricket's Hearth- I'm not that enamored of chickens, but I took a lot of pics at the fair this year to work from. This one was attitude boy. :)
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