In 2002 we ran away from Illinois where we were born and raised, and started a new life in SW Florida. This blog is about me (an eccentric old artist), ROM (my Real Old Man), Isabella (our neurotic Standard Poodle) and Emmy (our crazy snake killing Jack Russell Terrier). Oh- and the neighborhood old people. Life is good in Florida!


Thursday, June 16, 2011

And Action!

Real Old Man has retired to the guest bedroom/bath with the laptop. He said he needed some alone time to watch TV and play internet games. He's not the least bit amused that I can find a way to work the word "inflation" into just about anything we happen to be discussing. His stomach is making very odd and disturbing noises- it scared Isabella.  So it's just as well he's decided to spend the rest of the evening in isolation. I'd hate to be forced to medicate Bella due to the racket being made by his gurgling bowels.

I'm still negotiating with him for filming rights to the inflation process...


  1. LMAOOOOO!! Poor Bella will have double reason to be medicated now!

  2. It sounds like ROM is just barely tolerating you at this point. Sometimes people just don't appreciate our humor. Go figure. He'd better be napping instead of TV & games - he's likely to be up all night! lol Poor Bella, she probably thinks it's starting to thunder.



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