Oh my…..
I did doze off for just a wee moment, I admit….
but now I’m wondering….. did I ever wake up?
Things seem… a bit…. off.
I’d like to welcome everyone to this lovely old block of Ballard Street, to talk about
the August 31st 2018 “CLEO and COMPANY”
Which we usually read on Sherpa
http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=cscwy
But I’m hesitant to send anyone there at this moment….
I mean… sure….. Episode Seven of Robin Hound starts out well….
and it’s as beautiful as ever….
but unless I’m still dreaming…. and either Dennis is, too, or I dreamt his comment….
it has quite a hitch in its get-along (as probably no one has really said ever. )
Chances are, though, that if you’re reading this late Friday morning,
the problem will have been addressed, and you won’t know what I mean.
If so… carry on.
PS: Nighthawks, Stel, or whoever is actually addressing the problem:
Please don’t put my address on it.
I hate to be uncooperative… but I’m afraid I’ll have to refuse delivery.
Anyway… then I look up…. to see a lovely Ballard St back yard, on a fine August day,
where I thought that perhaps we could picnic a bit…
(on nice fresh bread and blueberry turnovers, both from my bakery…
and a couple of kinds of cheese… beautiful yak cheddar from the Tiki, and some creamy Havarti from the deli… sorry… I digress… )
But what do I see?
Four … count them, four kittycats about to attack poor Roscoe!
Not only is that very strange, and dangerous….
though the Monkey does warn people about cats, and I don’t believe him….
But I think maybe Dennis sees another _dog _there…. and I don’t.
Oh my…..
I did doze off for just a wee moment, I admit….
but now I’m wondering….. did I ever wake up?
Things seem… a bit…. off.
I’d like to welcome everyone to this lovely old block of Ballard Street, to talk about
the August 31st 2018 “CLEO and COMPANY”
Which we usually read on Sherpa
http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=cscwy
But I’m hesitant to send anyone there at this moment….
I mean… sure….. Episode Seven of Robin Hound starts out well….
and it’s as beautiful as ever….
but unless I’m still dreaming…. and either Dennis is, too, or I dreamt his comment….
it has quite a hitch in its get-along (as probably no one has really said ever. )
Chances are, though, that if you’re reading this late Friday morning,
the problem will have been addressed, and you won’t know what I mean.
If so… carry on.
PS: Nighthawks, Stel, or whoever is actually addressing the problem:
Please don’t put my address on it.
I hate to be uncooperative… but I’m afraid I’ll have to refuse delivery.
Anyway… then I look up…. to see a lovely Ballard St back yard, on a fine August day,
where I thought that perhaps we could picnic a bit…
(on nice fresh bread and blueberry turnovers, both from my bakery…
and a couple of kinds of cheese… beautiful yak cheddar from the Tiki, and some creamy Havarti from the deli… sorry… I digress… )
But what do I see?
Four … count them, four kittycats about to attack poor Roscoe!
Not only is that very strange, and dangerous….
though the Monkey does warn people about cats, and I don’t believe him….
But I think maybe Dennis sees another _dog _there…. and I don’t.