American Gothic
Grant Wood
In the barn Christmas morning:Me: South of France.
Him: South of France?
Me: I'd like to be in the south of France.
Him: Is that what they are talking about on the radio?
Me: No. I'd rather be in the south of France.
Him: Cause they're talking about it on the radio?
Me: No. I'd rather be in the south of France than here scooping poop.
Him: You'd rather be in the south of France scooping poop.
Me: No. I'd just rather be in the south of France. No poop.
Him: Cote d'Azur?
Me: That will do.
About sums it up.
6 comments:
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Me too! ...the south of France that is, although I would scoop poop too.
I was in Chicago in October and was able to view that amazing painting.
Is that why those two looks so grim? They're picking poop, on a freezing cold, Minnesotan, Christmas morning. I always wondered....
Elizabeth: I wish I could say I embellished this conversation. Sadly, I did not. *sigh*
Judy: I wish I could teleport you here and we could spend time in the barn and drink tea later. another *sigh* I would bet the painting is so different in person.
gsc: I think they are grim because they are thinking about being in the barn in winter in MN. *sigh*
I love the juxtaposition of the previous post with this one.
The ugly beauty of life.
I vote you go.
deb, my life is filled with such juxtapositions! But mostly, it is filled with manure. : )
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