Recently I was trying to draw a diagram depicting the way I wanted pictures to hang on the wall. It was a very primitive piece of art, with varying sizes of boxes all drawn within a square. Though it made perfect sense to me, apparently it looked like something Picaso would have done on acid. Then burned from embarrassment after he sobered up.
The Aggie: What's that? (Pointing to a small rectangle.)
Momma Pug: That's the TV.
TA: Isn't that kind of small to be the TV?
MP: It’s a flat screen.
TA: Oh… (Pause.) Well, what's that? (Pointing to a much larger rectangle.)
MP: The couch.
TA: Oh… (Pause.) Well, isn't the couch bigger than that?
MP: I don't know… Maybe?
TA: What's that? (Pointing to a collection of four squares side by side.)
MP: That's the frames we're going to hang.
TA: But they're as big as the couch.
MP: Well, maybe my proportions are little off.
TA: (Long pause as he studies the drawing.) Honey, no offense, but I don't think you would have made a very good cave man.
And with that I hit him over the head with my big stick and drug him back to my cave.
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I cannot begin to tell you how immeasurably sad I am that there has been no blog about last weekend. I mean, Texas Barbie got to be introduced to the FC crowd! Doesn't that count for at least a little twitter?????
Plus, I recall some rather funny pictures...
Madge
I was originally going to comment on how the Aggie should be able to read your mind and know what you want without artistic representation- however- I agree with Madge. There was hilarity which ensued for many hours. Where's the story, morning glory?
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