Where's me coffee?

Tis almost 3 bells in th' forenoon watch (9:30am for ye lubbers), I've not broken me fast and there's no new entry in the log of the wee lass'.

Here's to hoping we have some lusty shower curtain ripping tale or a good cutlass and blunderbuss crossing to match the yarn of her voyage to legendary Kazabazua.

Tho I have to admit, I've a soft spot fer her poems, e'en tho they lack heroic deeds and valiant deaths.

And if she be with the lcp, at least the varlet makes a passable lookin' fellow pirate fer all he has no missing limbs.

If ye be seekin' diversion ye' might read this tale of acquisition gone wrong.

My mother is insane. Like, one of those ladies you see on the local news insane. Since it's inevitably going to come up I'll get out of the way that I am too, but at least I take a full dose of my medication. I've been meaning to make this thread for about the last year, but the longer I waited the more interesting the situation became. Also, I'm incredibly lazy. Case in point, these pictures are about three weeks old.