Saturday, September 30, 2006

Que Viva Art Therapy!

I was in the mood for some peanut butter toast. When I put the bread in the toaster, I thought..."I'm so glad my clever little baby doesn't pull the ole switcharoo on my toaster settings." I was looking forward to some warm toast slathered w/PB & Honey....There was confidence and just a smidge of melancholy as I pushed down the toasting lever & remembered my therapy sessions. I came to the computer to look at the pictures & check my e-mail. So right around the time I started missing the sound of my delicious toast popping up, I looked over and saw the smoke, silently billowing from the kitchen. Hah! Was it my subconcious artsy farting or just Pop-pops back to his old tricks? I took my burnt offerings outside and placed them on my table of rocks and shells. Only to have both slices eaten by either the dog or the cat. Art eating mother f'ers. Good thing I had back up burnt toast.

4 comments:

Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines said...

So, I'm not sure what happened? Did you lose the toast completely? Or was the peanut butter somehow, someway, saved from a sure and certain death? If so, what arrangements have been made for said peanut butter? Enquiring minds want to know!

Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines said...

So, I'm not sure what happened? Did you lose the toast completely? Or was the peanut butter somehow, someway, saved from a sure and certain death? If so, what arrangements have been made for said peanut butter? Enquiring minds want to know!

changapeluda said...

Underneath the smiling face and the Heart lies the blackest toast you ever did see. The peanut butter had nothing to do with it.

mathew parkin said...

haha, pop pops is wonderful!
i love toast art, it makes me happy when i see it
maybe you should start eating ceral (i hate ceral)
xx xx xx