Truer words were never spoken. You do good work. Me? I cook. I just had fifteen artists for dinner last night. Danish frikadeller and red cabbage, scalloped potatoes and roast beef with Danish fried onions. A nice fresh strawberry topping for poppy seed cake.
The leader of the workshop donated the painting shown above to the foundation. He and the group were painting down on the edge of the Vermillion Cliffs near Lee's Ferry at the same place where dear wife fell and cracked her head open last month. She went along as well.
That artist has now officially left the religion. He doesn't do FR but he is extremely conservative.
DAMN!
You must be STUFFED!
(Unless they wuz them starvin' kind. I hear they have very little meat on them.)