Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for May 23, 2013

My Eyes

Me…Three pounds later.

@ShikaLeft you a note just before the turn.

Low expectations = less disappointment.

Remembering back to when he had less there… there.Maybe some Aquarobics, Tom?

I’ll bet he’s off the scale.

OH!

Tom must have read my brand new book.

I’m so proud!

I’ll be at the new Ballard Bowling Shoes, Bottles ‘n’ Books from 1:23 to 5:14 pm tomorrow to autograph copies…

Please bring low expectations…The last 393 pages are blank…

Bailey from yesterday….

not necessarily…..

And X… in we Ozzie Fudd…that was weawy weawy weiwd.

My Wednesday was good…but not very whimsical.

Can I have a whimsical Thursday this week, instead?

Bev … if you didn’t wear it for Wednesday, you can wear your new Valkyrie outfit….

Stel… I’ll be at the Costume Annex right after my book signing….say…. 5:27?

No… could we make that 5:38, or will you be closed?

I suppose I could leave the book signing at 4:47….The crowds should die down by then…

He is going to drop his expectations from Mel Gibson to Russell Crowe.

I expect you might be a tad right there blubber butt.

Scale back, yes. How about Cleveland?

We can always hope. At least he’s not relying on lipo.

I’ve got to reboot for the latest download (Audacity) because a WMA file I made this morning turned out too low in volume.

Tom has breached the edge of the slippery slope. He has surpassed all sensible expectations of reason and lapsed into a fit of rationales, half truths, sheer imagination not to mention a flight of fantasy, grasping at reality, an illusion of what never was, and pure pulp fiction. Once in his day, his brighter day, when a leap of faith was a realistic view of how things should be; he would simply upgrade his attachments to the material world to preferences and his desires to simple choices. But as life went on his prayers have changed from please no man tits, to don’t let me get fat, to his final cry; let me hold my water.

… BUT Tom still suffers FEAR of Donald Trump hair… since his looks good… right?

Tom. In his younger days…

At least Tom has his stripes running in the right direction. Makes him look taller and slimmer…

I think I’ll pass on the book signing. I can’t stand waiting in line

No problems on my iPad, bev, but I’ll be on my computer a little later. Maybe that’ll be a different story.

Ahm thinkin teh Sheriff an his posse gits hed of line privledges…. hoo want ta be depyootized…???

Fat Tom on a Fat Bob…

I’d sure hate to be fat Bob.

Tom looks like death warmed over in the mirror. Dorian grayish-blue….

Is this whimsical enough for Whimsical Wednesday? I’d mke it the flying nun, but I don’t have the time to shop for a new wimple.

Wow, I had really HIGH expectations for that photo! :-)p.s.: happy. I liked your Alice Hopper bunny last night!

time to say good night!

Good Night Ballardeers Until we meet again.

I grew up with that show, but I liked her better in Smokey and the Bandit.

Grog has left the street.

Racing bassets?!?

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Good morning Balladeers and Tigressy!!