🌻🌻🌻 🌻🌻 🌻🌻🌻🌻 (So you have to split them up three ways.)
“I need to call Tris. I promised I’d do that in ‘a few days.’ It’s been, like, four. I should do that.”
“I used to frequent the brawl circuits as a cheap knock-off of the Blind Hero from the top tier. Some people were actually fooled by it. The act, I mean, not the blindness. I’m definitely blind. Or I was until I started eating demon hearts.”
“There’s at least two sketches of me and my best friend in compromising situations. I blame his wife.”
“My little brother asked me for some of my liferoot potion. I gave him a vial of it just to see if it works for his death knight friend. If it does, perhaps the man would like to buy a bottle. I could stockpile the gold against lean times, since I’m not doing much in the current war scene.”
“I always hide something unexpected in every tarot card scene I paint. Like a mouse or a starry sky. I don’t really care if that changes the diviner’s interpretations or not.”
“Cadmus doesn’t understand how subdued the decor in our Silvermoon townhouse is. I kept the colors quite muted in deference to his Gilnean sensibilities. There’s not a whit of fuchsia.”
I don’t understand binge-watching television shows. I can’t sit still and do nothing long enough. The closest I’ve gotten is watching a few episodes of Queer Eye in a row. For this reason alone, I’ll probably never catch up on Game of Thrones. (I’ve seen, oh, season one.)
I’ve got a lovely crop of irises that I have to dig up and relocate soon. Like, this weekend soon. I have no idea if it’s a good time to relocate irises or not, I just want to give them half a chance to survive. If they stay where they are, they will die when the door installers come to put in our patio door.
I am addicted to Steak ‘n Shake’s garlic burger. Unfortunately, every Steak ‘n Shake in the area closed down over the last two months. I am bereft. Oz does his best to console me with his own version. That’s dinner tonight.