it once was lost but now...

I noticed that the frog's impatiens was drooping. No wonder. I hadn't watered it in weeks, and it's one step in from the front overhang. So out the front door I stepped and on my way back, lo! and behold! the 2-6 domino was on the foot of the blue heron sculpture.

So I called Fava and Binky (aka, the pandammys). Seems that when Binky razed La Tour Eiffel, the 2-6 jumped into Fava's pouch pocket in her shirt. A likely story, although it did negate Binky's slaughter of the rest of us.

Clever girl!

We should have patted down Fava instead of Binky. It would have been more fun all around. While Binky is rather dashing, his lovely wife Fava is, well, lovely.

Dammit. I was coming up with some brilliant ideas on how to sift puppy poop.