I flipped on my desk lamp the other night, and this is what I saw. Turtle was trying to make a getaway on blue bird’s back. It’s hard to find good help these days. Once they figure out how much work it is to be an artist, they try to escape. sigh. Not everyone is cut out for this type of work, I guess. 😉 Goodbye turtle. You can pick your last paycheck up on Friday. ::sniff, sniff:: With turtle gone, who will I talk to all day?