doesn’t mean you should.
I know, I know, someone with pink flamingos and garden gnomes in their yard shouldn’t be talking about anyone else’s tacky ass garden ornaments. But there are levels.
My Mother was telling me the other day about my niece’s ass. “Tiene ese fondillo gordissimo!”
I thought maybe she had forgotten about her own rather substantial package her own self, so I reminded her. She just chuckled, like, so what, she can still spot a fat ass and comment on it even if she has one herself.
There are degrees.
Two things that made me wonder today:
1. Finding a fortune cookie fortune floating in Lu’s water bowl that said, Your heart of gold will touch others.
I couldn’t imagine a more fitting sentiment for my little dog.
2. Seeing an old 30’s car ( http://rides.webshots.com/photo/1000313408000196123) with 3 youngish men in newsie caps driving down Main Street. Usually you see an old white guy with lots of money driving this kind of antique car around on Sunday afternoons. This car and it’s passengers wasn’t like that. It made me look down at my own clothes to make sure I hadn’t stepped in to the Twilight Zone.
PS Scottie the peach tree behind Camozzi’s is blooming little pink flowers! And there are buds on the ornamental pear up at Santa Rosa Cemetary.
I miss you baby.
I <>like<> your garden ornament! I’m afraid I’m one of those ‘gnome people’. In fact, it’s my <>only<> ornament- >>one little red-hatted guy, sitting happily in a pot of dead sticks underneath my living room window.>>And your mother makes me laugh. She reminds me of my 86 year old mom who’s likely to say- while pointing at some elderly diner, “Look at that old person!” (And your mom hasn’t seen <>my ass<>. Now <>there’s<> a sight, let me tell you- and she’d let you <>know<>, too!)- k.
Hey, baby.>>>I couldn’t miss you more than I do right now.>>>Don’t let Lu borrow the truck anymore, that Chinese food isn’t good for her.>>>Love->>Escott
I wonder about that. Our ability to see these things about OTHER peole and not see these very same things in ourselves. Like trying to see our asses in a mirror.>We can catch glimpses but really we need a few mirrors set up just so. And even then.
Yes. A 360 degree revolving head like Linda Blair would be welcome in those situations, I agree.>>One never knows if one’s hem is hanging in the back, or blessedly, how wide the beam has grown…..