Bad Martyman! Bad Martyman!

My wife, Deb, is out of town, teaching weaving classes in Oregon. Those who follow my posts know that when she is gone, Martyman and I must fend for ourselves—and that invariably means making some banana bread to stretch my otherwise uncreative cooking. Well, today I had two loaves ready to go into the oven, turned my back for just a second, and Martyman tossed in the Trump head. Ick! Not only is that disrespectful, it’s gross!

I pulled out the head, cleaned it off, and confiscated all of the Hannibal Lecter books Martyman has been reading.