Living with an artist, Part 6

I’m running on the track and realize I haven’t taken my pills. Yes, I take pills. I’m old.

I call Mo and ask her to write a note to remind me upon my return.

This is what I come home to.

Living with an artist is OK.

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6 Responses to Living with an artist, Part 6

  1. Nicole W says:

    Hahahahah I would love to get notes like this. Can you tell Aunti to send me some mailed notes like this. 🙂 I love it!

  2. tosuperstar says:

    My wife was a high school cheerleader, now I understand why she yells take your pillz.

  3. ThoZe pillz make you taste yucky to the Gatorz? BEST INVENTION!

  4. Running Nole Fan says:

    Gator tail…the official food of Noles everywhere!!!!

  5. Madiantin says:

    Hahaha, brilliant. 🙂
    I love the alligator threat. 🙂

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