Yes, yes, I’ve been lazy this weekend-didn’t get any painting done and don’t feel like doing any. Sorry, but, sometimes, these things just can’t be “forced.” (I’ve always found it a bit better to go into the studio with something in mind, just itching to work, rather than to force myself in there and sort of “beat it out of me” but then, you know, actual results may vary.)
Heard a couple of jokes over the weekend-the economy is so bad that they actually stole the sign “work makes you free” from above the entrance to Auschwitz. Now, that’s what I call a credit crunch if there ever were one.
Another joke about little kids, dogs, cars, and other assorted “cuteness:”
A young girl is playing with her dog, Lady. “Mom, can I take Lady for a walk?” She asks her mother, who is busy in the kitchen baking and cooking dinner.
“Um, she’s in heat,” she mumbles to herself, “go ask your father if you can take her for a walk.” The little girl does not understand what “heat” is so she goes out to the garage to find her father.
“Daddy, daddy! I want to take Lady for a walk but Mom says she’s ‘in heat’ and that I should ask you what to do,” the girl begs. “Please, please, can I take her for a walk?”
The quick thinking Dad, who had been busy cutting the lawn and filling the lawnmower up with gasoline, looks around, grabs an old rag, dips it in some gasoline from the can, and rubs the dog’s “Lady” parts with it, to mask the smell. “There, that ought to take care of the smell for a bit. Now, you can walk her but hurry back. Don’t be gone longer than five minutes, ok?” The girl agrees and takes the dog out for a quick walk.
A few minutes go by when the girl returns home with an empty leash.
“Where’s Lady?” the father asks.
“Oh, she’s ok,” the little girl responds, “Don’t worry Daddy. She ran out of gas on the way home but a little boy dog stopped to help her-he’s pushing her the rest of the way home.”
What? Like you were expecting a new painting or something actually funny? Ha!
Until next time…