Then, that typically silent Justin King snorts, and the realization that this well-thought out offering was one of those, WHERE WOULD YA, WHY WOULD YA moments!!! It illuminated our meal that fine winter evening from its perch on the extra chair. My pot roast never tasted so good. My bottle now holds a place of honor in my downstairs bathroom, awaiting its next recipient. You could be the next lucky person upon whom it will be bestowed. Lucky you!
Monday, January 7, 2008
Where would ya, why would ya?
Once upon a time, on a cold December evening, I met my friends, Charline and Justin, and we sat down for dinner at the local Black Eyed Pea. "Twas the season of giving, so presents were exchanged. Eagerly, I withdrew what was sure to be a treasure, for it was ensconced so carefully in tissue paper. As I spied the crafty offering my BFF had so lovingly chosen for me, I became speechless. For who, what genius would think to take an empty wine bottle, drill a hole into the side, and stuff it with Christmas lights tangled in raffia? What muse of the arts would then possess them to paint a giant sunflower on the side and hot glue (yes, the crafty patron saint) a fabric flower and raffia bow around the top? Once plugged in, the illuminated bottle becomes a beacon of kitchiness, an icon of knick-knackery. I was in love.
Then, that typically silent Justin King snorts, and the realization that this well-thought out offering was one of those, WHERE WOULD YA, WHY WOULD YA moments!!! It illuminated our meal that fine winter evening from its perch on the extra chair. My pot roast never tasted so good. My bottle now holds a place of honor in my downstairs bathroom, awaiting its next recipient. You could be the next lucky person upon whom it will be bestowed. Lucky you!
Then, that typically silent Justin King snorts, and the realization that this well-thought out offering was one of those, WHERE WOULD YA, WHY WOULD YA moments!!! It illuminated our meal that fine winter evening from its perch on the extra chair. My pot roast never tasted so good. My bottle now holds a place of honor in my downstairs bathroom, awaiting its next recipient. You could be the next lucky person upon whom it will be bestowed. Lucky you!
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3 comments:
It looks so heavenly all aglow in your shitter...could I be growing fond of this flowery, rafia laiden, shimmering bottle of sunflowery magic? It's no doing it candle, but it sure does have a certian charm! Holy crap, I can not breath...
Oh sunflower bottle so bright,
In my crapper you bring me delight,
The raffia bow
And flower of faux
Makes each of my pee-pees just right.
That is a lovely poem. I cried a little.
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