Easter Monday

We call her Miffy but they call her Nijntje and they have replaced the walk/don't walk signs with her silhouette. She was born here right here to a Mr Dick Bruna.

Have to say, the mopey navel-gazing is about to cease. Mope, mope, mope - I'm over it. Of course, as soon as I told my bro and ex-sister-in-law how little I had been drinking I had a day of nipping whatever I could get my hands on.

That's what I get for speaking. Who wants to wager against similar results on the moping declaration?

But, I do somehow prefer being happy, even sober. Go figure.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_H1lACOf0o