Helluva Break
Sometimes things didn't really make sense down under. But that was okay--things tended to make even less sense in Heaven. Frank had always felt a little skeptical of those angels. Who did they think they were, anyway? Strutting around with freaking wings on their backs. Holier-than-thou bastards.
Yay! We're back--hopefully on a regular schedule too. I still don't have my brush pens, but I did find a nice broad tipped sharpie that I liked enough to use. ^^ Alrighty, folks. We're back on the road again!