My Pineapple House

To counterbalance the rather shocking effect of a serious Sponge Bob Square Pants overdose, I went to a tulip festival. It was prettier. So much more elegant than Bob universe. Nice in other ways, too!

I went there with a friend.

This friend I didn’t know existed four years ago (she did).

Now I don’t know what the heck I’m supposed to do without her.

She is packing for the north and I for the south.

I want to go into my pineapple house under the waves and never talk to anyone again!

Like a furiously mute Sponge Bob.