Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for December 01, 2018

Another entry for the left-handers book of chuckles.

Michael seems to be stimulating his frontal lobe with his pinky finger. I will have to try that!

Michelle, on the other hand, is using her spread fingers for the more conventional chin-rest purpose, with less exciting results.

From the grin on his face, the thought must be rather … uh… racy.

She’s just contemplating whether to have him committed.

Some people are easily amused.

If he gets up and gets his magnifying glass and a pair of tweezers, go for a walk, lady.

He’s figuring out how to include Botox into the budget.

I am reminded of the Dutch boy and the hole in the dyke.

This morning i have $805 in the campaign. If i get no more than that i will still be very pleased. That alone is a big, big help.

Just in case you missed the announcement yesterday, the dealership didn’t get to starting the work on the van. The person that called me yesterday afternoon to tell me said that they would get started on it Monday.

You think that’s impressive, you should see him when he uses three fingers and smoke comes out his ears!

…resulting in the dubious decision to poke out his third eye…?

It looks like Michael has located a cluster of Creativity Synapses.

Good morning Sheriff.

Micheal..is reflecting on how he short sheeted the bed.. and can’t wait for Michelle to discover it.. She.. on the other hand.. is wondering what devilish pranks she must endure tonight…

Is that a smile or a grimmace of pain?

If pain, could be gas.

Pleasant … or intense?