In a previous post, I mentioned the vase Brady left on my doorstep for my 22nd birthday, personally and handmade out of one of his ropes. Well, this is it, boys and girls. It's not the original bouquet of daisies, of course, but just a bunch of flowers I bought at the grocery store, so I could keep it full.
I mean, is that creative, or what?
I sometimes wonder how many steer hooves it was wrapped around before it got to my door. Or how many horns it looped.
Ah, life's little mysteries....