Delusions of Grandeur

We've entered the realm of complete insanity. Last night we attended a black tie formal ball in the rear wing of the camper, drinking top shelf cocktails mainly consisting of Manhattans and extremely dirty martinis. I've recently started referring to the bossman as "Mr. Anthony" whenever he enters the coach returning from work. He seems amused. We usually keep the same look on our faces as we pass through the camper day in and day out (see exhibit A far left). The stale white light that shines through the few open windows during the day seems to reflect off of our extremely dry and flaky skin which is also a deeply disturbing shade of pale peach mixed with small tones of snowy white along with dark flecks of red--due to our constant scratching and clawing in the midst of all the dry air.

Tonight we may even find ourselves dining with the four other couples we found living in the closet last week.

It's just amazing how the Midwest can freeze your mind!

midnight and the stars and you...