Martha With the Marvelous Muffler

I wanted Martha to do something...anything. All she would do is give me her best side.

"C'mon, can you at least do some preening?"

Martha listened. She shook and she stretched from her knees to her neck.

16 in the pool this morning, 4 men and 12 women.

A little painting, out to take a picture, and then I cooked a zucchini casserole for dinner. That's it. That's a day.