Supper for Two



Tonight Lynn and I┬ábroke into Wayne’s and Meya’s (I’ve always loved┬áthat name) and left them some goodies for when they return on Sunday.

I just hope the poor dog-feeder-slash-mail-bringer-in doesn’t mess up our beautiful arrangement. Or freak out and call the fuzz. Or discover what I did in the back yard. Hopefully the dogs won’t get hung up in my artwork, too…

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