I wish I could go to a party where everybody else there was Willy…
I don’t know if that made sense grammatically, but it made sense in my head.
How fun would that party be?
Okay, there is that one crabby Willy near the middle, but still. Even I look like I am having a good time.
Wow. This is so unlike me. Usually I would do a picture like this and they would all be me. That is how much I love this kid. He made me forget to think about me for a little while.
What is this world coming to?
Pouring My Art Out 
I like the crabby Willy. He is the Willy that would make the whole party worthwhile for me. I would sit back in a corner watching him, secretly laughing at his sorry little face. Eventually, I would take it up as a challenge. I would not leave that party until I made that kid smile . . . maybe even laugh. Then I could go home and say, “Hey, that Willy sure knows how to throw a party, eh?”
You must be a lot of fun at parties. At least you cheer up the saddest person there. That is so cool.
Yes, but not after having my own fun with them. It’s a sickness, really.
That makes you even more interesting. Less saintly maybe.
It’s ok. I always come across saintly at first and then people get to know me. Even in real life.
I just come across as crazy right off the bat. It saves time.
You’re efficient. I knew it. That’s how you can post 56 pictures of Willy in one week. No. I didn’t count, but it’s like beans in a jar — I just have a feeling.
I might have gotten a little carried away.
Never. This is Willy we’re talking about here. Anyone who says you were carried away is just jealous.
Well three or more posts a day is carried away even by my standards.
You do realize you are now arguing with me about how you got carried away with your blog. I’m confused about whose side I’m on.
I like getting carried away. It is all about having no filters and no sense of where the line is.
Oh Lordy. I’m glad you can enjoy that. It’s gotten me into all sorts of heaps of trouble in the past. So now I just nurse the welt on my tongue that’s come from biting it so very many times. Those who know me well can recognize the little smirk on my face and will finally give in and say, “What? Do you have something to add?” They know I do.
I think we may have a lot in common. I have learned to not say everything out loud… because they would kick me out of my house, and maybe off the planet.
Yep that made me chuckle
I don’t know how we do it.