Having coffee with my darling, pictured here about a month ago at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. He was particularly interested in conservation techniques.
However, when I mentioned something along those lines about my jawline (conservation, er-um, a cosmetic procedure) he bristled. We bandied for a few moments about papery skin, turkey necks, etc., and he finished off with, “There are no winners in a wattle contest.”
Will contemplate this over a second cup.
Just settling in for our first cups of tea 🙂
By my interior clock it’s time for an afternoon cuppa!
I think I’ve found all the clocks and reset them, laundry is mostly done, lunch was an IPA with leftover sausage and kraut, and it’s not even 2:30! Nap time 🙂
Eh? What about a caruncle, snood, or dewlap contest? I worried about my turkey neck when a young visitor, aged 10 months, thought it needed grabbing and proceeded to do so.