It’s been one of those days. There are several things that I want and/or need to cover, and instead of breaking it all down nice and organized into separate posts, I’m just going to splat it all down here in one post.
First things first: a Saturday Latin Insult. This one is sassy, I’m not going to lie.
“Quo Fugit Venus, Heu, Quove Color?”
-”Where has all your sex-appeal gone? Ah, how did your blossom whither?”
(Horace, Odes IV.13)
I know, sassy, right? Say that to a woman in the Latin-know, and you’ll get a swift kick to the somewheres!
Second things second: I helped my BFF Diana paint her bathroom yesterday. I went up there with the intent of helping her paint for the entire afternoon, but we got sidetracked (I’m one of those gabby chicks) and ended up only painting for the last 45 minutes or so of my visit. My mouth opens and the stories fly and there can really be no stopping me. But it’s looking lovely, and — as this picture shows — my BFF is a cutie from any angle:
See, right there she is saying, “Put down the stupid camera and pick up the frickin paint brush!”
Third things third: I found some incriminating evidence on the glass panes of my living room doors. So far as I know, “Kiss Practicing” goes back hundreds of years. I remember practicing my kissing techniques on my pillow when I was in junior high. I’ve also heard that one’s own hand can be a decent thing on which to practice. However, I was still a little weirded out when I saw this:
Two things worry me here. One: my kids are 5 and 8, which I’m thinking is a little LOT young to be practicing kissing anyway. And two: Hello! It’s a door! Why is anyone kissing a door?
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I’ve got the talking thing going on, too. It’s terrible, which I realize, but at the same time, completely out of my control. I cannot make myself shut up. I have a theory: People give me food to shut me up. This is probably why I am overweight. I don’t know. That’s a guess.
Your door looks a lot like my front windows on the first floor of the house, although Julia isn’t practicing kissing. She just likes to lick the windows.
Comment by Leslie — August 5, 2007 @ 12:19 pm
That mark on the door looks suspiciously more like somebody smashing his/her face against the glass to make someone on the other side laugh…Just a theory, hopefully bringing your blood pressure down a bit.
By the way, I’m totally not a gabber at all; I don’t know what you guys are talking about…(ha).
Comment by stephanie — August 5, 2007 @ 2:42 pm
@Stephanie- Yeah, I’m being dramamtic, I’m sure.
Comment by admin — August 5, 2007 @ 7:13 pm
That is totally a blowfish face.
Step 1. Press face against glass, smuch nose and opening mouth.
Step 2. Blow as hard as possible to puff out cheeks and make anyone on other side of glass pee their pants.
Step 3. Admire face print left by blow fish.
Step 4. Go out to play, forgetting any memory of said blowfish until catching a visual to admire handiwork.
Comment by Nerak — January 20, 2008 @ 6:33 pm