Now, see, while I was sipping my coffee syrup (espresso, black with enough sugar to trap all those delicious caffeine molecules in a syrupy sludge), a number of serious thoughts came to me. Deb, I must tell you that I agree about the Dance of Humanity's shape and the way Maya Angelou's poem is a perfect example of how we should look at ourselves as we carry around the shapes we have. . . **sigh** but that's as far as that train of thought went down the track before my daughter woke up.
So, if you ever visit here, or if you know us in real life, you probably know without a doubt that Kate loves to make faces, goofy faces. The child inherited her father's class clown gene, as well as his inherit ability to pester the crap out of you until you stop what you were doing and let loose with the belly laugh that's been building up.
Instead of writing that essay about the way we should look at ourselves, I had to get over serious self already and laugh! Had to grab the camera and have a mini goofy face photo shoot with the children. Now, that's even better than that shot of caffeine syrup! (Well, okay, I'll tell you the truth, as much as I love my children, I ain't about to give up the coffee and only mainline laughter. . . some mornings it just wouldn't be enough.)
There ya go, now ya know my original plan for the morning has gone terribly astray :) I'd be willing to be that the seriously sultry swamp siren from the Okefenokee Swamp that I was imagining sculpting in boro today could easily turn into a fairly funny face Marie Laveau gone goofy! Oh, heck, now I'm in the mood to listen to Bobby Bare sing his song about Handsome Jack's encounter with Marie Laveau. . .
Here's to a goofy Tuesday for everyone!