He’s all mine, ladies.

Neil just walked up to my open office door, held a cycling glove out, then lightly slapped himself on the cheek.
“I challenge myself to a duel!”

Mmmhmm. All mine.
He’s not even senile yet. 😉

4 thoughts on “He’s all mine, ladies.”

  1. I suspect Neil’s been hanging out with Daddy P., although I’m not really sure who’s influencing whom. 🙂

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