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Inside: Photos of eyeballs, bees, eyeballs, blue hands, and eyeballs. Also inside: Thoughts I want you to read and to live by and, when especially inspired, to set to opera. Also inside: my fight against vegetable tyranny. Just a little something I do so you don’t have to. You're welcome. Come on in and get your jibber jabber on!
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"little dancer" right?
Yep, that's the one!
Those poor girls... "Mimic the statue, I said!! Yes in public! What, you want me to shoot an 'art gallery look' at home in the privacy of our backyard?? Who's the director, you or me!!? Mimic!!"
What happens in Degas, stays in Degas...
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Ok, I can't top Andy so I won't even try.
Although I will say this: what in the world are you going to do when they hit that rebellious stage and refuse to pose? The days a-comin', bro.
Andy--Your mama mimics the statue. Oh, I'm so sorry for saying that. That was horrible.
Steve--I don't accept this proposition. My girls will ALWAYS be cute and sweet and innocent and little and eager to please their parents. Right?
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