Guess who turned up today on the doorstep of Hubby's archery shop?
Looking fresh as a daisy,
although appearing a tad startled over all the commotion,
I sense that George left the Welding Hospital...
and headed straight to a spa.
Seems he had his hair colored,
a little color put on his beak and got a new pair of shoes.
Hmmm....those colors look oddly familiar.
Like paint I've seen around a certain archery shop.
Hey, as long as he doesn't look like a pink flamingo,
we're all happy.
At least this ends my vacation on a high note.
(For I have a sinking feeling the Fat Lady might start singing when I return on Monday!)