Birdbrains by Thom Bluemel for November 07, 2011

I stoped counting with my kids.

I never knew a boomerang that didn’t return to the nest.

You made him that way mom.

Should have built the house on a slab instead of a basement.

A boomerang named Yo-Yo….. Maybe if I named my next one that it’d return to me.

No faces, nowhere! Nice fruit painting!

Where’s ML! Hope you’re feeling as well as possible today!

I now have a new name for the youngest male of the household who is now 34 and living back at home with not a whimper or a whine of wanting to move out.

Upside down face on the banana in the painting.

There’s an owl (or is it a pussycat) between the suitcase and the chair. Waterglass was difficult for me to see the face.

Okay Dad, if you want Yo-Yo not to move back in again. Next time he moves out……. MOVE!

throwing his life away

3 out of our 4 “kids” have at one time or another moved back home for a bit. Not they help take care of we Auld Wans. What goes aound comes around.

Faces also in carpet, chair and picture frame matte.

When young boomerangs go boomer-wrong…