My first KSB rock, like the bank, 'plain on the outside, unique on the inside,' disappeared without a trace one day. It's whereabouts never discovered. Now, after getting a new and bigger rock, it has been taken by a heartless thief...rock napped!

So now, I'm getting ransom notes. The one pictured in the stand is the first of two, so far. It demands I take a picture of myself wearing feathers. The other wants more of the bird...chicken wings for my co-workers. What? It HAS to be an inside job. I'm ruling out Mac and Renee because they cannot lie and they both swear they had nothing to do with it and I believe it.

More updates to come. In the meantime, I'll be missing my rock.

The rock
Laura Hudson, the rock and me in happier times

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