|I can totally see some Mayan guy making a honest error that gets|
blown WAAAAY out of proportion.
Before the event.
|Actual garbage left out by moi. Except the bazooka. That was made-up.|
(this is a legitimate method of garlic head dispersal) and you miss the garlic head, the cutting board will, in fact, break in half. I have a witness. Here's my daughter with the eyewitness report:"Mommy was attacking the counter with a red cup and the board thing snapped in half. I heard it and then Mommy gasped really loud and said a very bad potty mouth word." My daughter's stupid cat saw it too, but he decided I was too violent and fled the scene. (I'm pretty sure this was all HIM's fault since we're moving and the move is disrupting all my creative juices and some other stuff, too.)
|What does this picture have to do with the blog? Not much but it|
definitely shows the cat all up in my grille.
I'll just blame HIM for everything. Did your crops fail? HIM. Get a run in your panty hose? HIM. Global warming? HIM. Can't get the lid off the peanut butter jar? Well, the peanut butter company mostly but some of it was probably HIM, too. He thought bad things about your ability to loosen lids.
Just look at those eyes.
Look closer. No, don't look up his nose. IN HIS EYES!
HIM will be the first one to tell you that it takes me a while to get past things. Surprisingly enough writing about them usually allows me to let them go faster, although if it's funny it may actually linger.
So there I feel better. Off to paint some stuff so that it looks better.