mister was home to sea yesterday fishing out his mussel wheel of yore. he was not a bad boy, but so ravenous my voice is like the wind so i had to thwack his canoodle when he started in on a tin foil. still i know he really is a good boy so i awarded him the coin i found at beulah shoesmith school which says "i was caught being good" in case you can't read it, though bytheway you can double-click on images to maked them big. and today my camera really died and i didnt get one picture out of it.

bi-cameral leg man.

being good is relegated to other areas than food when you have a hunger that exceeds good sense.

to sea, to sea! where you can forget your hunger for a little while, and munch some mussels on shore.

sexy boot..