Overheard, “Lakes are like boobs, if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.” This prompted by a print of wolves by lake. A print that will be given away. A print that my husband is in danger of winning, even though he didn’t agree with the commenter’s observation about boobs.
Just another reason to live in fear. What would I do with a print of five wolves (my husband counted them) by a lake? I can’t put it in a garage sale, somebody that knows we won it would see it. I can’t re-gift it. My family has decided to not give gifts for Christmas this year, and I wouldn’t give that thing to anybody I actually liked. I can only hope that I don’t win this thing.
I just can’t figure out if I should wish for luck, in the sense I’ll be lucky not to win this thing, or start buying lottery tickets because I feel a lucky streak coming on.
I know that fear of bad art is a small fear, but it’s an annoying one.
In other news, it’s still National Adoption Month. And I have an essay out in the new book PIECES OF ME; WHO DO I WANT TO BE?. Check it out.