Little Pink's Playset is the last of the pieces for the Valentine's sale.
As for every event, we have works nearly finished but not ready. Now that the ebay store is up and running, I can add those pieces when they're done.
The Neil phoned this morning, having suddenly found himself in possession of two thousand dead bees which, naturally, made him think of of me. So next week sometime I expect a box of bees at my door.
I hope they don't smell like grape jelly. Or any other sort of jelly.
And I hope they're actually dead.
"Bees are strange," he said, "you might think they're dead, even when they're not."
I could sense his grin, so I told him not to get his hopes up---I'd open it outside. But I did promise to have someone with a camera, in case of whackiness.
I'm thinking he'll keep them inside at his house for day or so to check for dead-deadness. I'm thinking a box that suddenly began to buzz wouldn't go over well at the post office.
And I'm thinking about having fun with two thousand bees. Thanks Neil!