I was out watering the plants on the patio this morning before work. It was so lovely, still cool, but sunny and smelled good, little birdies singing away. I felt one small gay moment away from some stupid von Trapp number. And I only just realized shortly after lunch I had been walking around all day with a twig in my hair. Possibly a camellia, I’m not sure. Considering how very little hair I operate with, it doesn’t seem like it would be that hard to spot it, so maybe I’m just not vain. Or maybe this is another stop on the crazy train express. Could go either way.

About mrpeenee

A former bon vivant and terror of a number of New Orleans bars in the mad, gay 1980s, I'm now quietly retired and widowed in San Francisco. I have a crooked nose due to an unfortunate Frisbee accident.

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  1. Remember when wearing a bird nest with live birds was stylish?

    I think people are so preoccupied with their own appearance that they fail to take notice of others. Try this exercise, Remember what you wore yesterday? Now try to remember what any of your co-workers wore? It’s hard.

    I know that you were wearing a twig though…it’s all that remains of your stylish bird nest.


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