My pal and fellow blogger, Darth Larry, recently returned from a trip to Italy where he and his lovely wife wowed Florence with their musical prowess. He on cello and the missus on piano - they are quite the duo. So today DL was in the library - mka, he says, I brought you a present from Italy! I saw it and instantly thought of you and knew that I had to buy it and bring it back. With a big smile on his face and after much rummaging around in his bag he proudly presented me with this postcard of Michelangelo's David's boodie! I began laughing and thanking him profusely for David's butt. I mean, it's a gift from Italy, ya know and David is an amazing piece of art and it is funny that his ass is on a postcard. I can appreciate all that. (I'm not going to share with you what part of David Sarah got a picture of, naughty, naughty. You'll have to ask her if you're interested.) The thing I'm wondering about is what is it about me that caused DL to see a butt and think of me? Just what image am I projecting, I ask 'ya? :) Here's what I've decided - I am very touched that Mr. World-Renowned Cellist thought of me while he was away and I'm happy to have his lovely gift. I'm going to put it on the wall in my bathroom and see if anyone notices. My family's reaction may prove to be interesting. Mom, it's art, I swear!
My pal and fellow blogger, Darth Larry, recently returned from a trip to Italy where he and his lovely wife wowed Florence with their musical prowess. He on cello and the missus on piano - they are quite the duo. So today DL was in the library - mka, he says, I brought you a present from Italy! I saw it and instantly thought of you and knew that I had to buy it and bring it back. With a big smile on his face and after much rummaging around in his bag he proudly presented me with this postcard of Michelangelo's David's boodie! I began laughing and thanking him profusely for David's butt. I mean, it's a gift from Italy, ya know and David is an amazing piece of art and it is funny that his ass is on a postcard. I can appreciate all that. (I'm not going to share with you what part of David Sarah got a picture of, naughty, naughty. You'll have to ask her if you're interested.) The thing I'm wondering about is what is it about me that caused DL to see a butt and think of me? Just what image am I projecting, I ask 'ya? :) Here's what I've decided - I am very touched that Mr. World-Renowned Cellist thought of me while he was away and I'm happy to have his lovely gift. I'm going to put it on the wall in my bathroom and see if anyone notices. My family's reaction may prove to be interesting. Mom, it's art, I swear!
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love, silly
Thanks for sharing :D
--LisaJay
David tells me that he is pleased to be admired by you now and during your college days. :)
mka