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We went to the opening of that art show I told you about tonight, and one of my two had already sold by the time we got there! The gallery was packed full and hot as blazes, but gosh that was gratifying.

Got back to find a message informing me I’ve got fambly coming to visit in a month. Holy shit, the housecleaning I have to do!

The illustration? From this post back in 2009:

So I was tucking into my ptomaineburger and fries, and Uncle B was reaching over to nick some chips, when he made the shush face.

The man at the next table said, “no, it was definitely a stoat. Bigger than a weasel.”

“Yes,” a woman trilled, “and it was running around all night, stealing the chips right off people’s plates.”

I don’t remember that at all! Yes, expect more exciting recycled posts as I totally panic about all the shit I have to do in the very near future. Have a good weekend!


Comment from QuasiModo
Time: August 3, 2018, 10:59 pm

Congrats on your sale!…looks like a fun one.

I think they should make the interiors of houses so that you can just pressure wash them and squeegee the water into a drain in the floor :+)

Comment from Mrs Compton
Time: August 4, 2018, 12:01 am

Congratulations!! Were they chicken pictures?

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: August 4, 2018, 11:59 am

Any chance we could get a visual of the art that sold?

Otherwise how are we going to sit in a museum someday and mumble “yes sir, back before she was famous we were her imaginary friends!”

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: August 4, 2018, 12:54 pm

Yea! for selling a painting. You are so good with chickens—I wonder if you’ve been painting mustelids, too 🙂

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 4, 2018, 3:21 pm

Strictly chickens, at the moment. Sticking with one subject for a while helps build a rep…though I note that I got stuck on a wall with all bird paintings. Don’t mind – some of them were really, really good!

I’m afraid to post scans, I’m afraid. I’m paranoid about getting real life and Stoaty Weasel crossed. I’ve been ID’ed before without harm, but I don’t want to increase the odds of a super crazy attaching itself to me.

I’ve run across people on the internet who scare me juiceless.

Comment from Steve Skubinna
Time: August 4, 2018, 6:46 pm

So if I ordered a weasel with fries, that’s what I’d get?

Comment from BJM
Time: August 5, 2018, 1:44 am

Terrific! Chikken pics too! Well, that’s gratifying, ain’t it?

Don’t make yourself crazy with the house cleaning. Dust, fluff and arrange the usual clutter artistically and hire a cleaner to come in for a half day to do the bathrooms and kitchen.

Comment from SCOTTtheBADGER
Time: August 5, 2018, 8:32 am

American Badgers like crinkle cut fries.

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: August 6, 2018, 2:47 pm

Ah, well if anonymity is the price we must pay to ensure your continued existence then (like imaginary people get to have an opinion on the matter) it’s okay if we don’t get to see the art.

Those of us who wanted to know were just imaginarily curious so we could tell you it was awesome and completely understandable that someone would buy it! 🙂

Being an imaginary Yankee is a lot more fun then being me, so it makes sense to keep the secret identity secret. But we do need to know where the Weasel beacon is kept in the event we have need of your powers. If you’d prefer not to share that info, the Badger beacon location will suffice as we can assume Uncle B will advise you of our dire straits (Money for nuthin, Chicks for free!)

sigh…now I’m going to have the tune for “na na na na na na na na Weasel Girl!” running through my mind for the bulk of the morning.

Comment from Steve
Time: August 6, 2018, 2:59 pm

So, “Steal My Art. I’ll Make More.” has morphed.

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