Home is where...

...the hhh, uhhhhh, art is? To my horror tonight I came home to discover my hubby had turned into one of those hemorrhoidal chump a-holes who simulexcretes bad harmonica and the guitar, for no reason, and it makes your stomach chunder that coffee shop latte.









Ew, even my camera couldn't take it. A little ointment and we were onto Jimmy's railway arts:









The perfect preparations for our Valentinian artistry. Happy Valentine's Eve!