i already shared my thoughts with you in anticipation of that all American holiday, the [add booming baritone voice echoing here] THE SUUUUUUPERBOOOOOOWL....
what i didn't realize is that to the guys spectating from the comfort of their domiciles, there is something even more important than the snacks and beer... or score....
the chair
deciding who got to sit where was like a machiavellian musical chairs.... like pieces on a chess board all taking the place per their station.. or more like a king on his throne surrounded by courtiers... or i know... something out of The Godfather... with the don at center stage and the ranks of mafia minions seated according to clout
i was teased to the point of harassment concerning the sort of seating i would prefer.
"hey fairy girl... here's a nice comfy matchbox for you"... i can't even count how many people picked up a mushroom from the crudite platter and offered it to me as "a cute little toadstool... this is what you guys sit on... right?"
grrrrrrrrrrrrr
i've decided to let this blog post set the record straight.
yes there are a number of backwood fairies from the ozarks who sit in chairs like this
but i am an URBAN fairy
this is more what i am accustomed to in the way of tasteful and attractive, yet comfortable and practical seating
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| this belonged to a local merfamily |
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| this is the aftermath of a prak we pulled on Punzel... more on that another time |
and while walking in the city i have no problem going old school...
and relaxing in a lush pothole
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| Pothole Gardening by Steven Wheen |
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| Pothole Gardening by Steven Wheen |
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| Pothole Gardening by Steven Wheen |
just wait till you get a load of the bathroom fixtures.. now THOSE are bizarre!
Adorable chairs...what a wonderful selection you have.
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