The Assassination Attempts

by shell

Miss V and I went to lunch with the mayor…Thursday? Friday? I can’t remember. I tried to kill him with a fork. It was an accident of course. I grew up in an Italian-Polish family, where we all speak with our hands. Of course, you don’t realize this until you turn a utensil into a projectile in the middle of a restaurant. It got EXCELLENT distance, I was proud.

Now, if you’ve been around long enough…say about 8 years (and I only think about one of my readers was there) you’ll remember the fork incident at Punxsutawney. I’m going to go ahead and start using sporks from now on.

The kids got a hold of one of my most recent pieces, a portrait I was working on of a friend who passed away. Now if you have ever seen me work on a piece, you know I could never make a living of it. It takes me a good four or five months to finish anything. I would starve in that time period. Today the MIL was on the phone and the kids were drawing in marker in the closet on the walls. Apparently they were using the canvas as leverage to reach those pesky high spots.

RIP painting.

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