Some days the silliness takes over

Last thursday I received a piece of spam email from a pottery company. It looked hooky and goofy and like the type of stuff that my Grandmother would buy. The more I looked at the spam I was upset that someone sent me unmanly non guyish spam and that just lead to me making fun of it. I started thinking about who it must have come from and I came up with an Amish Kid who is sexually ambiguous and was destined to become an interior designer. Then I'm thinking about what this kid must have experienced growing up and what his life was like...he always wanted to drive a pink buggy instead of a black one and his parents would not let him. He always wanted to go outside to pick flowers instead of go to church and his parents would not let him. He always wanted to stay inside and arrange furniture instead of work on the farm and his parents made him work outside on the farm. Poor kid ran away to a big city had some misadventures, maybe even did the Fantastic Mr Riley deal before being able to get into pottery and start his own business.

So this is all I could think about all day on Thursday & Friday. It was awful...I was tired and punchy and just wanted the week to be over.