Sunday, April 3, 2016

Postcard #90: Fog - 3

Rolled a 3. Randomly chose the tree.  The person leaving the room. The flashlight (lamely).

 By the end of it I suppose I could have dropped the flashlight and picked up the listening to a sound, the magnifying glass (investigation).

The person wanted a postcard with fog.  I've had this one for a while.  I think ultimately they wanted something with water reflections.  But my postcard is already 5 DAYS OVERDUE.  I know I have a postcard with water refections in it. But I know it needed work and I would have to scan the old writing.  Transcribe it.  Then do my cover job to the old postcard...then write.  I CAN NOT DO THAT.  I'M LATE. I have errands.  My ass is killing me from my bike ride yesterday (I liken it to being hit in the ass with an aluminum baseball in a wide upper swinging motion making sure to hit me just below my buttcheeks).  Ain't nobody got time for that. So I am sorry wintersonne, Honestly.  Life is full of disappointment.  I will never make your wall of favorite postcards.
  

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