I’m sorry. It was late, and I had just been drawing branches. My dear looked over my shoulder and said it. And I said, “Yeah, that’s horrid. I’m gonna use it.”

Sorry, loves.  But now, that horrible, obvious pun is out of the way, and we can get on with it. Right?


– Drosh

p.s.: Of course Bland Bird sells real estate. Didn’t you read Bland-Bird #27?