I even have his page-a-day calendar (a tried & true test of fan loyalty!) and a personal, handwritten postcard from him on my fridge.
I sent him my Country Music Song Titles, and he sent me a postcard!
In my book, that's as good as published!
Hmmm...
While we're looking at my fridge,
I'm getting a playful, juvenile, introspective,
zen vibe from all this stuff.
I wonder what my shrink would think.
It's true ... a woman does like the smell of a horse on a man.
Memorial Day cartoon about a visit to the
Vietnam Monument in DC. Very nice.
A few postcards...
... some Thoreau, and wait, what is that I spy?I see a David head peeking from beneath?
Let's see what that is...
...
... heh heh ...
I went to Italy, remember? It's art !
Apropos.
Fighting off life's demons while maintaining fabulous hair! That's me!
Then we have sort of a
Robert Frost-Chinese fortune cookie-Curious George-
baby's foot stamped onto music paper-insipration-montage.
Cheer & spirituality each time I go for a snack!
Nearby, a random assortment of childishness...
Granted, these are on the side of the fridge, not the front.
I just can't bear to dispose of these old bits of memorabilia.
And who doesn't enjoy a joke about lutefisk?
and who hasn't felt a sin coming on?
Ah yes. Now, here we have a special item.
A souvenir from when I met the legendary Caroll Spinney
(the real BB--also does Oscar the Grouch!)
Whew, all this psychoanalysis and reminiscing has given me a hankering for a snack.
Yum, Greek Yogurt.
Or maybe some of that veggie mess in the Tupp behind it.
Or no...miso?
Oh, here we go ... I found just what I wanted.
Yep, I am officially in for the night.
6 comments:
I have never understood why people have stuff all over their fridge.
I have nothing on my fridge.
I still have fridge stink, though.
The Anne Taintor cards are great. I have a Maxfield Parrish print repro and my recipes on post-its (R) covering up diet plans I never follow held up by retro art magnets.
Um, that picture of the Greek Yogurt... was that a bad dream or did I taste that stuff once? I feel post traumatic stress disorder coming on. I think someone once said to me, "This stuff is so creamy like pudding." And then the next thing I remember it was in my mouth and it wasn't like pudding at all and I wanted to scream "STOP! This isn't right!" but my mouth was all full of that milky white substance and I was trying to decide between swallowing it and spitting it out on the floor.
Anyway, I made a telephone appointment with my therapist for this afternoon because she can't see me in person until next week when she gets back from vacation (why do all psychologists go on vacation in August?)
I'll take the prunes any day!
I'm Wil Wheaton. Who's Wil Wheaton?
"My Garden Kicks Ass" - Awesome.
That is the best fridge I have ever seen! I feel inspired to work on mine now. Wow, just when you think you've got enough crap in your house, you realize your fridge is naked.
Great site, by the way.
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