Monday, November 2, 2009


ME:  Grammy.  Come see what Julius made.

GRAMMY:  Lord.  I can just imagine.

ME:  Look Grammy.  This one is me.  The other is you.

GRAMMY:  Ha!  It does look like you.  Same crooked nose.  Same pouty lips.

ME:  And look. He even got in your scar.  You know, the one you got when you stowed away on Admiral Byrd's airplane.

GRAMMY:  I didn’t stow away.  He took me along, then got mad when I wouldn’t put out.  So he put me out - on the ice in the middle of nowhere and that’s when I met your Grampy.  Your real Grampy.  Now there was a man.  He wouldn’t have produced a son who played with toilet paper rolls.

ME:  Grammy!  This is art.  This is talent!  I mean, look at that scar. He lined it up exactly right.  If you ask me, I think we’ve found Julius’ calling.

GRAMMY:  Oh, great.  Some men are called to serve God, some are called to serve their country, and my great-grandson is called to mangle toilet paper rolls.

Art:  Junior Fritz Jaquet
Photo:  Bored

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Diane Mayr said...

Hey, he could be making art with toilet paper. My parents bought a painting that someone had made with paint and toilet paper...Maybe it was tissues...Maybe the paper wasn't part of the picture...Now that I think of it, the artist twisted the paper and used it as a brush. It's a bitch getting old--the memory goes all to hell.

I'm Jet . . . said...

Are you sure it was actually your parents who bought it, D?

Love the masks! Upixseb -- the verification word -- roughly translated means U pick good pix, Barb!