My son felt that it was only right that he pick the word for the letter, "V" since his name begins with that same letter. He also thinks that when he grows up he will have red hair and a beard and be a Dutch painter. I don't argue. I draw the snake.
This got me thinking about an article I recently read about VanGogh and his famous ear mutilation. According to some researchers, it was Vincent's roommate at the time, Paul Gauguin who sliced the ear. The theory is that VanGogh attacked Gauguin and Gauguin defended himself with a sword. Word is Vincent covered for his friend who took off for Tahiti. This sounds like a reasonable turn of events based on my own personal roommate experiences.
I wasn't a very good roommate. I don't like to do dishes or laundry. I am a bear in the morning. I freely express my opinion. I don't like your boyfriend. My art stuff is taking up more than my fair share of the apartment. I smoke your cigarettes and wear your favorite shirt. I don't like to grocery shop or to refill the ice cube trays.
I would like to apologize to those of you who have had to live with me. My housekeeping skills have improved slightly and I quit smoking a long time ago. Mornings are not my best time of day and I still don't like your boyfriend.
If I still owe you for the phone bill in 1993, give me a call. I'd love to hear from you.
2 comments:
What???? You were perfect for me! For God sakes we broke the suite vacuum trying to suck up all the plaster chunks and whatever other god forsaken project leftovers were on the floor.
My housekeeping skills have also improved...slightly. Now I can blame it on the kids!
And it's okay that you didn't like my boy friend (and that you still don't)
Shot Mama,
Ha ha,we scared our suitemates. Remember when I slept through the fire alarm?
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