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.


Sure. Me Too!

Hey look!

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.