After receiving my Eric Clapton Head On A Stick, (Thanks Mark), everything seemed better. The sky was bluer, the grass was greener and the inside of the commode was a Whiter Shade of Pale. But there were some tense moments. Our dog was initially afraid of the Eric Clapton Head On A Stick. I suppose chasing her around with the Eric Clapton Head On A Stick over my face was an error in judgement. Eventually, she and the Eric Clapton Head On A Stick sniffed each other and everything was OK.
The Eric Clapton Head On A Stick was very anxious to take a relaxing bath after spending a couple of days being handled by Postal employees.

He wanted me to be sure and note that his drink was sparkling cider and not champagne. The Eric Clapton Head On A Stick abstains from alcohol and is actually a bit militant about it. It can be embarassing in bars.

Then, the Eric Clapton Head On A Stick wanted to have some fun outdoors. Unfortunately, all it could do was peer out the window and hope it would stop raining.

You can't always get what you want. I had to get a little stern with the Eric Clapton Head On A Stick when it insisted on flying its shark kite in the rain. First, it might get electrocuted. Second, it doesn't have any hands to hold the string.

So, the Eric Clapton Head On A Stick decided to stay indoors and just chill out with some of its favorite things.

The guitar was out of tune. Thank goodness for Lee Dickson Head On A Stick.

Sleepy Time Time: After a busy day, the Eric Clapton Head On A Stick retires into its favorite guitar case with its pal, Mr. Stigwood.

Goodnight, Goodnight,
Don't Let The Head Bugs Bite!