Out of Sight, Out of Mind - Avoiding the Wrath of EB

This is TC and I'm writing this without the permission or knowledge of my commander in chief, guardian and nemesis, EB.  Since this is not in the newsletter and she won't bother to click the link - she would never believe I would actually write something like this, I'm free to tell you about her exploits. Maybe not. I don't even know if I could tell you - I'm a proper sort of guy.

Last night, she came stumbling in at 3:00 a.m. looking a bit rough - well see for yourself. This is a photo I took of her with my cell phone when she thought I was sleeping.

She had this mean look on her face just IN CASE I was awake. At least she's wearing the scarf I bought her for Christmas. Don't you love it? Do you know how hard it was to find that scarf?

Well I better go. I can hear her stirring; it's just after noon and she is waking up. Woe is me. The rest of my day will be miserable. I feel like James Caan in "Misery". P