Gawd, I’m a Pollyanna. I am! I’m a trusting soul and pathetically naive. But a letter I must write.
Dear First Impression,
You are like a Monet painting. From afar, you make sense. You are beautiful, and serene, and full of joy and color.
Up close, you are a blotchy, unrepentant mess, screaming for attention. As naive and well-intentioned as I am, I just can’t afford to take you at your word. I must examine you closely, looking for cracks in the veneer (Yes, I almost typed Vermeer). I never much cared for Impressionism, really. I’m more of the Modernist school. I like to know that what I’m getting is what I am seeing.
Sincerely,
Me
June 22nd, 2011 at 5:41 PM
Clever, clever. 🙂
June 22nd, 2011 at 6:40 PM
Blotchy unrepentant mess… sounds like a baaaad case o’ beer goggles story from college days, doesn’t it?
When did you start another blog?
Am I perhaps the last person to know these things?
June 22nd, 2011 at 7:36 PM
HAHAHA!!! No, you aren’t the last, LK.
I had this account since you admin’ed me at NSKMD. I just figured I would start writing a more family-friendly blog 😉
June 22nd, 2011 at 9:23 PM
Family-friendly?
Oopsie. Then I won’t say [redacted], [redacted], [redacted], and most certainly I will never say [redacted]. Because then I’d really be a total [redacted].
June 23rd, 2011 at 11:21 AM
Redacted? Who are you? Brian de Palma?
Obscure, I know 😉
June 23rd, 2011 at 11:26 AM
Oh I caught it.
It’s just when it comes to family matters I’m self-redacting. I’m totally a self-redacting mother-[redacted] in cases like that.