Hold the Mayo, the Clinic Kind In Particular

The Creek at Noss Mayo from Newton Ferrers
by Charles Ernest Butler (1864 - 1933)

"WHEN THIS GIRL at the museum asked me who I liked better, Monet or Manet, I said, 'I like mayonnaise.' She just stared at me, so I said it again, louder. Then she left. I guess she went to try to find some mayonnaise for me." –Jack Handey

HAPPY
I-thought-I’d-be-able-to-get-this-in-under-the-wire-but-RATS-I-didn’t-because-lookee-lookee-it’s-already-incredibly-late-the-day-after-
Jack Handey
FRIDAY!
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I have always felt that rabbits make for great art subject matter. And, yes, many were the times that this SparkleFarkle as a Young Artist drew inspiration from a raw carrot purposely not robbed of its “green toptails wearing ruffles” (<--Exactly like the ones my back-then hero, Mr. Bunny Rabbit, would have rathered. Oh, how I aspired to be him! My sweet, sweet Bunny Rabbit... In fact, presently, my eyeglasses intentionally resemble the style he was famous for, which always framed him ever so nicely, don't you think?! Me, too! Why, yes, they are indeed fashioned from a plastic deliberately chosen because of its green colouring, that of which is NOT unlike an orange taproot's parsleyed chapeau belonging to my favourite lapin-y con artist, who manufactured all sorts of schemes to get carrots from Captain Kangaroo. Thank you for asking! About my glasses, remember?), given to me by my Aunt Myrtle to gnaw away at, so as to stifle but not spoil my pre-supper appetite.

My Mayo by Sandra Galda

THE BIGGEST forever-cloaked-in-my-grandmother’s-voice-warning-“She’ll poke an eye out!” favour Momsy ever did for me, was to put a pencil in my hand long before a spoon, because that’s how much a then baby smitch me wanted to get going on drawing. Uh-huh, and come to think of it (<--I have a remarkable waaay wayback memory that I sometimes DO brag about.), and despite the fact that Gramma would have again insisted only a whole lot of bad-nudgey damage would come of it, I probably would have gotten an even earlier start if there had been a

Dixon Ticonderoga
vendor in utero,
but thems the breaks, I guess.

ANYWAY, HERE'S WHAT it is: I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love pencil-or-otherwisely (<–How I ♥cherished♥ my lions and tigers and bears Crayolas, Prang set and

temperas,
oh, my!

And still do, because, oh, the places you’ll go!) self-expressing –be it on walls, paper, steamed-up mirrors, car wind shields and passenger seat windows alike, peanut butter “canvases” that newly-opened Jif® jars afforded, or etc. Where am I headed with all this, you might ask? Well, actually, I don’t know why I said what I just said, because my point is

Mr. B. R.’s was–- What was that you said?
Yep, you guessed right if you said “orange”!
remember everyone’s
favourite colour.

They’ll feel good that you do, and so will you –-kind of like the way you did when your teacher handed back one of your papers with a shiny gold star pasted at the top. Yeah, that good. The other point I wanted to make, whose random prelude I never got around to either, is don’t run away from home in the middle of a storm.

THIRTEEN WORDS:

If someone doesn’t understand what you’re saying, keep repeating it until he does.

BUT, NOT TO WORRY. I won't be taking you “there” today. That would only add to the “torture,” wouldn't it, eh? LOL! Yeah, you’ve been through enough with just having made it this far into my story. But now would be the perfect time to thank you ahead for kindly sidestepping past my “giddies” in order to join me in celebrating the wonderful news: the biopsy report to confirm Momsy’s rare form of breast cancer instead came back with every indication of a non-invasive squamous cell (skin) carcinoma, which the Doctor was able to completely removed during the diagnostic procedure! Thanks be to God, and I am forever grateful for your positive thoughts and prayers that contributed so muchly to my mother’s happily ever after!

Make a joyful noise unto the Lord-ly yours,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Rest in peace, my Mollo and Zuzie.

PHOTO SOURCE for Sanford Tempera = Etsy