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I finally got around to sending the Museum of Bad Art their painting (and some more hats for Mike) and I got something fantastic in trade.

A Velvet Last Supper painting. My ultimate fantasy has come true.

Seriously. I've always wanted a velvet painting.

Oh wait!

I forgot, I already had a velvet Elvis.

Nevermind.

Mike's offer was for the Frog Riding a Turtle statue.

I immediately accepted Mike's offer because someone who shall remain nameless has been hassling me to get her a Moosehead. Often she will just send me emails with the following text:

"Moosehead! Moosehead! Moosehead! Moosehead! Moosehead! Moosehead! Moosehead! Moosehead! Moosehead! Moosehead! Moosehead! Moosehead! Moosehead! Moosehead! Moosehead! Moosehead! Moosehead! Moosehead! Moosehead! Moosehead!"

Here's Mike and I trading a naval issue hat for a horrible shelf like thing that is being held up by a monkey.

Mike said he traded it to me for the hat because his wife won't let him hang it up in the house. Can you imagine not wanting this in your house???

Sometimes fate comes together to save things worth saving.

It also sometimes steps in at just the right moment to save stupid projects that I'm working on. After I accidently deleted my bARter Sauce mailing list and then pieced it back together email address by email address based solely on my immaculate memory, I sent out a threat about the potential demise of The Sauce.