Mrs. Scatter is feeling a little high on the Google Glue. Hence, the third person. She did a search for “Large Smelly Boys” to find art for her last post and the bra story came up as the No. 1 hit. The Alvin and the Chipmunks post was a close second.
Just imagine, if you will, bras and Alvin and the Chipmunks.
I thought as much.
So back to our regularly scheduled mis-programming …
Today we leave behind the bay where we come for a week every summer. We rent a small condo and visit with family who live close by.
Crab pots scuttle back and forth on butt-busting boats at the changing of the tide. Fruit flies are thick on the bananas on the counter. The small gratuity hair-cleaning products say “Hello Hydration.”
Most nights, Mr. Scatter and I pour a little wine and traipse out to sit on logs to watch the sunset. On the last night, it was just cloud cover. Little boats bobbed on the water. I picked up rocks that were flat on one side and lined them up next to me on the log. I imagined how they.d look in mosaics.
Mr. Scatter picked up a rock …
Mr. Scatter: It looks like Charles de Gaulle.
Mrs. Scatter: How’s that?
Mr. Scatter (pointing to pin-dot holes): See. Here are the eyes. And here’s the long nose.
Mrs. Scatter: It looks like a wolf eel to me.
Mr. Scatter: Well, De Gaulle sort of looked like a wolf eel.
If the man can lead the Free French Forces during World War II and have an airport named after him, he can look any way he wants.
Whadya think? Separated at birth?