Well after a long day of folding sorting and all that rubbish, I sat out the front thinking about down sizing, starting something new and more importantly debating on whether I should start my new designs and go into being a mixed media artist etc, etc.. So I cast my gaze skyward (yes, I know this is funny as I am not a practicing religeious person) and think well ya know it'd be nice if i got a sign or something so I know if I should crack out my art stuff and start doing some gothic sculptures etc and go into the dark gothic direction? Well just as I think this a freakin skinny scarey lookin black cat jumps outta the bushes in my front yard and yowls and latches onto my leg... I might add at this point I do not own a cat of any kind and neither do my neighbours. So with this rather blatant if not painful sign that I should follow the gothic dark lit path, I'm going to crack out my pencils tonight and start designing. And hopefully my four year old daughter will stop shreeking her head off in the front garden for the silly cat to come back ('Mischka! Darling ! i want you back darling !) Tho her shouting out Mischka constantly makes me want a pineapple vodka Mishka now.