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.
What you don't see is the pack of wolves about to pounce....
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.