I Think it's Way Too Late

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Aw man, what a chump I am.

As I was sitting looking at the photo mentioned above - all kinds of thoughts were rushing around. Like, the W wrote the OM an email saying that she was going to the show - but visiting friends etc., no mention of me and staying at a beachside hotel (with twin beds by "accident") etc. She can't even tell him the truth.

Anyway, this just popped into my head.

Quite often the W's piece doesn't sell, to be truthful it's got nothing to do with her talents, rather that it's mostly pop-art and she's more traditional. Wrong audience. So, I would normally bid on her piece so the charity gets money and we get the piece back.

Except last year. Last year at the last second a bid came in and somebody bought it. I thought that was great. Except - you ladies tell me.

The name of the winning bidder? Mr. Pancake.

We were all making fun of the name, and I was to tell the truth not believing anybody is named pancake - or at least having fun with it.

She was pretty quiet.

All of a sudden just now - I thought about breakfast.

Am I stupid, or what?

Ugh.