We crest a hill and there is a most lovely pond, and I'm so absorbed in looking at the tender spring leaves reflected in its dark waters that I step right off of the path and into a ditch and twist my ankle.
Sorry, if I have to laugh now, but rest assured that it's in sympathy! It simply feels good not to be the only who that kind of stuff happens to. Really, I can be awfully klutzy at times (which doesn't go well together with my love for heels I can barely walk in!). At my aunt's birthday I was nothing short of ecstatic when I wasn't the one who knocked over the red wine while gesturing wildly during a conversation!
Unfortunately, I will have to remove the miniature painting of the guy being flayed alive before I can stand to look at it without passing out.
*art geek mode kicks in* Oh, are we talking St. Bartholemew here? Michelangelo's Last Judgement shows him holding his own skin. Yeah, martyrdoms are fun stuff. Eeek.
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Sorry, if I have to laugh now, but rest assured that it's in sympathy! It simply feels good not to be the only who that kind of stuff happens to. Really, I can be awfully klutzy at times (which doesn't go well together with my love for heels I can barely walk in!). At my aunt's birthday I was nothing short of ecstatic when I wasn't the one who knocked over the red wine while gesturing wildly during a conversation!
Unfortunately, I will have to remove the miniature painting of the guy being flayed alive before I can stand to look at it without passing out.
*art geek mode kicks in* Oh, are we talking St. Bartholemew here? Michelangelo's Last Judgement shows him holding his own skin. Yeah, martyrdoms are fun stuff. Eeek.