Not by Bread Alone

As the Good Books says, “Man, shall not live by bread alone.” Naturally. He lives on kisses. *ahem* Well it’s a theory at least. I can’t speak for My Lady but I know that although my lunch was meager by many standards I didn’t feel hungry till I got home this evening. I think part of this is due to the fact that I got real-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-y nice kisses from My Lady. So I’m thinking that bread alone doesn’t do it … but kisses go a long way. ^__________________^

In other news. Our house has a new bird. This new bird has a very yellow belly with a brilliant splash of green on his chest. I got to name him and the slash of green made him look like he was wearing a yellow waist coat and had on green shirt. The image made me think of the old caricatures that I had seen of old WWII admirals and generals and stuff. So I named him Admiral Pennworth. And that’s the latests from here. Catch you all on the flip side. Take care.