Now and then, I receive (or admittedly, have been known to make) late night drunken phone calls of either heavy breathing or a single, unintelligible “sound” comprised of well-intended sentences unwittingly strung together by the adhesive of tequila….
Occasionally, I wouldn’t mind something along the lines of….
Thanks, Darrin, for sending this along.
P. S. Here is a sandal that I made the other day. There is a matching right one, as well.