And the way she so delicately balances on the stern eye.
Amy puts the second coat on the letters. If you mix fresh-fallen snow with Jameson whisky, it makes quite a nice slushie.
Every picture I take of this boat has a different color orange. Or red. Or whatever it is.
Alan from down the street, a prospective new owner (as if anyone could own Betty Boop) came by to visit her. He’s been Boop-Oop-a-Dooped. Poor guy. I mentioned that since I took the rot away, more people are falling in love with her. Before, they just told me I was nuts. Alan, who first saw her in her most wretched state, looked at me and said, “I loved her even when she was rotten.”