Wednesday, December 12 |
 |
||||||
 We have to talk. It's not a big thing, well, not yet. And while I might be able to endure the Christmas carols that spew from every speaker between here and Poughkeepsie, I'm taking a stand. It's that Santa Hat you've been wearing. Ya, you! Don't try to deny it. I've seen you parading around with that red and white faux fur monstrosity perched jauntily on your noggin. Hello? Santa Hat? What are you thinking? The only person wearing that hat should be the big, round jolly guy and he should be stuck at the mall bouncing small, hysterical children on his underpaid knee. Did I say it wasn't a big thing? I lied. Here's the deal...it's me or the hat. This relationship isn't big enough for the three of us.
Me: Aren't those candlesticks wonderful? (points to large, chunky wooden objects in the window of Egg). Him: Yes, in a "this room has no windows and no doors" sort of way.
The day before yesterday? La Spezia Still Life |
|
|
|
Recently
Otherwise |
Elsewhere
© 2000 - 2001 |
||
 * He knows when you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake! |
|||||||
