A Quiet Night

Evidentially, the painting I posted below isn't so much a new look, but rather a new age Blot Test.

Everybody looked at it and saw something different, and I don't really want to know what the implications are, because my mind went immediately to the gutter (and from the comments it appears that no one else's did). 

The blatantly (to me) phallic image almost knocked me over the first time I walked into that ladies' room, and every time I stopped in there, it gave me a good chuckle.  I thought for sure you all would see it and get a good laugh too.

But that was last week on my way home from PA, and now I'm back again, having a quiet night in my hotel room, for what will hopefully be the last time.  I got super lucky and was bumped up to a fancy-schmancy room, at least as fancy as a business-class hotel chain in Scranton gets.

I've spent the last few hours snuggling up, finishing up a new thrum mitten, with the fire in the corner, but the king-sized bed is looming a little large without Eric here beside me, and it's oddly quiet without George whimpering from the floor and begging to be let up on the bed with us.

Comments

[Lisa]

i love that you stayed in Scranton. are you an Office fan? i wonder if Scranton's tourism has increased at all since the show started.