It’s been a busy day. Mr. Wonderful and I went to a birthday party for a friend who has stage four-colon cancer. It was a big to-do, lots of fun, bittersweet. She’s doing well in spite of chemotherapy. We are all praying for her. She never had any symptoms.
Everyone should do the asscamera. Just sayin.
When we got home, we decided it was time to make some trouble. Life is short, and fun is good. By no fault of our own, we had inherited a life size cardboard Darth Maul this Christmas. He stood around the Christmas tree with his light saber, scaring the crap out of me when glimpsed out of the corner of my eye. Having Spike is enough. Darth Maul went to the basement
Tonight we took him out, put him in the van and drove to our friend’s home. Darth is now on their porch, facing the front door, anchored with a chair.
They’ll find him tomorrow when they open the door to get the newspaper.