Even The Grim Reaper needs to kick back, soak up some rays and maybe toss back a Mojito or three.
When I want to relax that’s what I do.
Except for the scythe
I leave that in my car.
This is what I look like when I am writing too.
Except for, she’s not wearing Hello Kitty sweat pants- or a Doctor Who t-shirt. She’s also white and
not short fat and ugly.
But hey, sometimes bending reality is the only exercise I get.
Funny and weird from my bones to yours.