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.