Lemon - aid: turning poison into medicine. Trying to benefit off our gaffes.
Being reminded that we have messed up time and time again is never a bowl of cherries. It's more like coming home and finding your mother has set out a dinner mat with a lemon printed on it. Or the friend you've failed handing you a glass of lemonade everytime you go over and visit with her. Or the bartender who knows everything about your gaffes (what bartender doesn't?) and keeps asking if you want your drinks with a twist of lemon or the party you attend only to have one of the guests keep pointing to the lemon pie or the other guest who talks about the lemon of a used car he just bought. It's like living in a scene from Desperate Housewives. Simply replace menopause and deviled eggs with gaffes and lemons and a whole new scene is born.
Pinkgrapefruit
100% funscientious
Sunday, November 18, 2007
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