As you can see, Baby Grouchie has put down the shot glass for the time being to enjoy some good literature written by Detroit's own Mark Durfee, better known to some as The Walking Man. I threatened Mark with singing, but alas, he'll have to settle for a Coney date in the near future! I don't sing to anyone I like. Not without a lot of alcohol. A lot. Like a near fatal dose. Singing for me is bad. Mark, however, is good. Better than good actually. Here's to another wonderful year, xo, PD
6 comments:
I would so love to hear you sing. Happy B day Mark,sorry I have been away from your blog so long. I always enjoyed it. Up to my ass in aligators as usual.
michelle singing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1AAcOh8yCtw
Awwww Tiny, we have this in common,too. I cannot carry a tune in a bucket OR a Chanel..Happy Birthday indeed to our Mark! xo
Michelle...that you would warble for me is enough---for me to ask you to please don't.
Thank you PD so Much I really am not going to eat a coney until you are at the table. Period. so as I suffer know it is you that causes it.
Chris I have been keeping up with your posts here and I know you have a very full plate. No apologies necessary.
Jodi...We are do for an adult girls day out for coffee...some day next week maybe?
Damnit, I forgot to go over there yesterday !!!
Gotta go !!!
That photo is hysterical!
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