Since Sunday tends to be a slow day here in Blog Land, I thought I’d throw out several questions that have been swimming around in my mind. If any of you happen to have an answer or two, I’m hoping you’ll use the comment section to enlighten me.
Question 1: Why does the moon sometimes hang around during the daytime? This picture was taken at 10:00 a.m. Meanwhile, the sun was over in another part of the sky, just glaring at him. And I don’t blame her. Now don’t get me wrong, I love, love, love the moon, far more than the sun, but fair’s fair. He had all night to do his thing. You don’t see the sun showing up suddenly at 10:00 p.m. to horn in on this time. I think he does it just to irritate her. That’s why there’s no doubt in my mind that the moon is a man.
Question 2: Why do little boys love exhibiting their private parts to the world? One of my neighbors, Trashy Girl, has a little boy about 7 or 8, let’s call him Pita (short for Pain In The Ass.) Anyway, to look at him one would think he would make a perfect Christopher Robin (of Winnie-the-Pooh fame.) But he’s not like that at all. He’s loud, a bit destructive and apparently full of anger. I once saw him kick our new cluster mailbox as hard as he could about fifty times! Anyway, he’s got two new cronies and together they are so loud and obnoxious that I almost long for cold, to keep them inside.
At any rate, day he and one of his friends were right out front of my and Marcia’s townhouses. His friend whipped out his tiny penis and proceeded to pee on Marcia’s tree, saying “Gotta water the tree. Gotta water the tree.” So, Pita, not to be beaten in the Race for Tacky, pulled out his little Winky and started peeing on one of my trees saying, “Gotta get the roots! Gotta get the roots.” As cars came up the street, he turned toward them, as if he was aiming to pee on them, as well. I thought to myself, “How proud his mother must be!” I had a huge urge to grab my camera, but I didn’t move fast enough. Just knowing someone had a picture of him doing that that they might show his mother might have given him something to think about. A little later I was out shaking rugs off my balcony when I looked over to a huge green area over to the side and saw all three little boys pulling their pants down to their ankles and mooning all the townhouses surrounding them! So what is it with little boys?
Question 3: Why do so many people bathe or shower first thing in the morning rather than at night? I’ve never been able to figure this out. I once dated a man who would take a long run late at night, go home to bed and then shower in the morning. To me that meant that he crawled between his sheets all sweaty and dirty. Yuk. I’ve always taken a bath in the evening before I go to bed, so that my body would always be squeaky clean when I got under the covers. And, unless I had hot, dirty, sweaty animal sex that night, I’d still be clean to start the day in the morning. Doesn’t that make more sense? Okay, if you’re one of the lucky ones who do have passionate sex every night, I can understand why you’d want to clean up before starting the day. But otherwise? Why? Don’t you feel like you’re going to bed dirty, with the accumulated dirt of the day getting on your bedclothes? Tell me!
Question 4: (Final Question) Do you ever wonder where all the chairs that people throw away over the years end up? Oh, never mind. I think I know the answer to that one. They end up here: