Where Is Damien?

My elf boots are still missing and that dratted kid must be up to no good because I haven't seen or heard him since I got back from The Sunshine State. Unless he stowed away in that trunk I heaved into the Gulf. Then maybe we're lucky and he AND the evidence got eaten by the gators.

Let's all hope.

Mr. F

Wailing and Gnashing of Teeth

If this is the kind of thing you like, then hang around outside of my office. Otherwise, if you prefer the Virtual Version of such things, feel free to check my blog.

Signed,
The Big Guy and his nightmares