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Happy Thanksgiving to you All. Message from Turkeys eat more vegetables !

There he is Ladies and Gentlemen Mr. Mean in his finest form!

But if you did would you pass?

I am more the Vampire type

You know I just don't think that I could be a zombie because i couldn't eat brains!

There was a shooting at the white house two national guard were shoot! ☹️

Dear Karma, I have a list of the people you missed.

That is what I know!

Hell I hate you

Aloha Wednesday All 😁

I cooked for dinner tonight Shrimp Penne with Mustard Cream Sauce and spinach

You’re absolutely right to notice that detail about the art supply store. The way I see it, the dinner invitation wasn’t meant to contradict their first meeting—it was more about deepening the connection after that initial encounter. When they met at Kahiau’s store, there simply wasn’t enough time to share backgrounds or stories in full. Eric may have assumed he was filling in gaps, but Markus already understood the context. His priority in that moment was practical—selling supplies to John and Ethan—but beneath that, he was also invested in their art and in fostering relationships that could grow beyond the store. So the dinner invitation becomes symbolic: it’s not about clarifying what everyone already knows, but about creating space for them to move past transactions and into genuine contact. That’s the important thing—the evening marked a shift from casual meeting to meaningful connection, and that’s why it felt so powerful.

Me thinks you protest to much!

Right its never you Mr. Mean!

Mr. Mean once again show how mean he is!

I have got an “optical migraine" Sigh! This is what it kind of looks like more like tubes of color.

I see Mr. Mean is out and about!

They surely are!

Aloha All

Serenity Love isn’t it great! The heavy, smoky aroma of roasted taro and slow-cooked pork still lingered in the air as Erik leaned back in his chair, exhaling with a sigh of deep contentment. The warmth of the meal still glowed in his chest—not just from the spices that had danced on his tongue but from the unmistakable care woven into every bite. He turned to Kahiau, his eyes softening as he marveled at his effortless grace.