Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Stick

I was out watering the plants on the patio this morning before work. It was so lovely, still cool, but sunny and smelled good, little birdies singing away. I felt one small gay moment away from some stupid von Trapp number. And I only just realized shortly after lunch I had been walking around all day with a twig in my hair. Possibly a camellia, I’m not sure. Considering how very little hair I operate with, it doesn’t seem like it would be that hard to spot it, so maybe I’m just not vain. Or maybe this is another stop on the crazy train express. Could go either way.
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8 comments:

  1. normadesmondAugust 25, 2010 at 6:31 PM

    were your co-workers reading the stick as a fashion accessory?

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  2. DianeAugust 25, 2010 at 6:41 PM

    I think it means you are one with nature. And having seen your garden, I know that is true.

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  3. DianeAugust 25, 2010 at 6:42 PM

    And you thought I was going to be snarky, didn't you?

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  4. mrpeeneeAugust 25, 2010 at 6:59 PM

    Norma
    I think my co-workers are simply glad that I show up wearing pants.

    D, darling,
    You never fail to surprise me.

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  5. ThombeauAugust 25, 2010 at 8:32 PM

    NEXT STOP: CRAZY TOWN!

    See ya there!

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  6. ayeM8yAugust 26, 2010 at 8:08 AM

    Remember when wearing a bird nest with live birds was stylish?

    I think people are so preoccupied with their own appearance that they fail to take notice of others. Try this exercise, Remember what you wore yesterday? Now try to remember what any of your co-workers wore? It’s hard.

    I know that you were wearing a twig though...it’s all that remains of your stylish bird nest.

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  7. Miss JaneyAugust 26, 2010 at 10:52 AM

    Perhaps Mr. P's coworkers have been expecting him to wear sticks in his hair for some time now.

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  8. jasonAugust 26, 2010 at 9:08 PM

    you're sure it wasn't a camillia in your hair, a la Dorothy Lamour? Chic

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