I have different reactions to different things. Doesn't everyone?
Take these photos for instance...
To some this might be a piece of sculpture. Or maybe some people know it's the head of the giant horse outside of a PF Chang's. But for me, I look at this and I think that giant piece of yard art is laughing at me. Look! Right there! He's got a big ol smirk on his lips and he's laughing at me. At me!
My initial reaction to this was, "oh, wow! Look! Someone made a big ol pile 'o Christmas lights!" and then, "I wonder if they still work?" and then, "why would someone pile these up back here instead of putting them in the trash? Lazy bum."
A mother's love. Evident in all species.
Quack, quack. Do you think Jesse was freaked out when I, not so casually, reached across her, positioning her quacker just so, and then leaned back to snap a pic? She's surely used to my crazy theatrics by now.
This image really makes me want to quack, quack. QUACK!!
Hmmm, so many people talking. About what, I wonder? Me? The weather? Me? The ridiculousness of that boat/bus? Bo-us? Me? Lunch? Me???
I bet it was me...
A giant crayola? No! It's a church steeple and it makes me feel dizzy, dizzy, dizzy looking at it.
To me this feels like the entrance to The Hidden Valley Ranch. Tasty and green, but no lettuce for me please.
When I look at this I remember I brought home a couple of bottles of this goodness to drink, and then I wonder do penguins really fly?
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Happy Friday to all, and to all a goodnight!