No one's life is sane. It is learning how to live with the insanity that is the trick. Sure, down South, we all have our skeletons in the closet. The difference is - we open the doors and let them dance on the front porch. After all, who doesn't have a mother who thinks she knows it all, a father who knows best, at least one irritating sibling, and that weird uncle no one wants to sit by at supper. I'm not sure what "Normal" is, but whatever it is, I know I live a bit south of it.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Photography Post - Eerie Yard Art
This would keep me up at night if it were in my front yard. However, it was for sale in a garden center. I'd rather take my chances with a gnome.