I Won't Lie To You
It's not that I haven't been dreaming; I'm silent here (and most places) because I've been so busy. It's hard to find make the time to post about inane blitherings and insane dreamings when life is so full. In particular, the challenge of drawing for at least most of these posts here (that was the challenge), and then getting hubby to scan it so I can post it. Drat time delays which remove all the impulsivity.
I also won't lie to you and tell you this next bit is/was a dream; it's true, but seems to fit here.
I am one of a rather large population which finds clowns frightening. So yesterday, at the local Fourth of July celebration, I tried to be calm when the next act at the entertainment stage was, you guessed it, a clown duo.
I tried to calm myself for sitting during the show for the kids, because that's what good mommas do. I talked with the youngest, sitting on my left, when suddenly his hand shoots up to my head hitting the brim of my baseball cap -- and I mean but hard. At first I was annoyed as I instinctively went to grab his hand, turning as I did so. And what do I discover? One of the clowns had hit me in the head with a ball. Seems my son was trying to protect me.
Yeah, you read that right. A clown tried to kill me by beaning me hard in the melon. On the Fourth of July, in front of my family. Bloody hell!
Clowns are not just scary. They are armed and dangerous.
I also won't lie to you and tell you this next bit is/was a dream; it's true, but seems to fit here.
I am one of a rather large population which finds clowns frightening. So yesterday, at the local Fourth of July celebration, I tried to be calm when the next act at the entertainment stage was, you guessed it, a clown duo.
I tried to calm myself for sitting during the show for the kids, because that's what good mommas do. I talked with the youngest, sitting on my left, when suddenly his hand shoots up to my head hitting the brim of my baseball cap -- and I mean but hard. At first I was annoyed as I instinctively went to grab his hand, turning as I did so. And what do I discover? One of the clowns had hit me in the head with a ball. Seems my son was trying to protect me.
Yeah, you read that right. A clown tried to kill me by beaning me hard in the melon. On the Fourth of July, in front of my family. Bloody hell!
Clowns are not just scary. They are armed and dangerous.
posted by MoviesInMyMind at 3:01 PM
3 Comments:
Seems a lot of my favorite bloggers hate clowns. I'm not too fond of them either, frankly. Especially since that scene in Poltergeist. Creepy. I don't think you need to take kids to see clowns to prove your a good mom. I think feeding and clothing them suffices.
Maybe you could try doing your pics with MS Paint?
I once fell in love with a clown. That was before I discovered that under the colour there was another person who breathed.
I don't care for clowns either way. I'm not afraid of them but I can think of other things I'd rather do than watch them.
Don't clowns seem kind of sad, someone dressing up and trying to be funny. If they were not wearing the costume and paint they'd seem like someone trying too hard. If they make balloon animals at a kid's party they are ok though. At least that's something artsy.
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