Beasts of The Field
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I am a slow learner.
Or maybe I don't learn at all.
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It depends on who you ask.
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It is easier to destroy a thing than to nurture it.
In a rit of felous jage.
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Namaste from the quiet edge of the world.
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posted by tearful dishwasher at 2:17 PM
10 Comments:
I wish I had pop up antlers embedded in my head.
I would promise to use them only for good.
Nurse Myra-
I dunno. Antlers and corsets could be a dangerous combo.
But I believe you anyway.
xo-
tearful
Oh dear god you've captured me perfectly. The antlers of course but especially that woman's mouth. She for damned sure doesn't know what day it is. I'm in love with her.
I think knowing what day of the week it is is a sure sign of SOMETHING BAD.
I think it is lemonadeday or chocoaltepieday but I'm far from certain.
You ARE the best, I know it!
Chocolatepieday is by far my favorite day with chocolatpudding day a close runner up. One happens in rain time the other in fogtime. I think tomorrow is lemonadeday. With a sugar rim. I like to think positive.
xo
I can't tell if the horned woman is rising or sinking. Both, I guess. That's one baleful expression on her puss.
Your slow-learner friend,
Mim
I keep coming back and back to this because she's just so g.d. funny to me. I swear to Jesus she looks just like my aunt Beulah looked when I asked her what she put in her mayonnaise and tomato salad!
For some reason I LOVE in a rit of felous jage.
And that picture is disturbing and fascinating and kind of funny.
Mim-
I will be forever grateful that we have stumbled upon each other in this vast wilderness.
If I can ever make you a cup of tea or a glass of frozen vodka I will do it.
You are a gift to this world.
Maggie-
"A rit of fealous jage" is, I believe, from the Pink Panther.
But I use it all the time.
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