The great bald woman in the sky blesses you with herÂ ambivalenceÂ and dispenses sparkles upon you and yours!
I like this picture, I do. It almost came home with me, except that I’m kind of afraid of spiders, and her hand looks a little too much like a tarantula for my comfort. A giant space tarantula, here to hunch awkwardly in the corner and leak glitter on things.
Damned moon tarantulas. You can’t just spray for them once and hope that it sticks. They’re the gift that keeps on giving.
The Mona Lisa is known for her enigmatic smile, but I think she could learn a thing or two from the moon, here. Just a hint of curl to the lip, the slightest raise of the eyebrow, speaks volumes about how little your little troubles matter to the moon. Much like the honey badger, the moon doesn’t care. She is a little concerned about her complexion, but that’s not the same as caring. You have to take care of yourself, wear sunscreen, and once in a while fill in those craters with a few tons of a good foundation.
Goodwill on 183 and I35 near Goodwill Computers, Austin