June 02, 2007

My Mother is Out Of Her Tree, Part the Seventh

I got a postcard from the beach yesterday with a clown on the front. The back reads, "but at least you're up high, right? so you're OK, unless they've learned to f l y"

Note: She has also written the word "fly" so that it curves downward in a most unsettling fashion. Oh, Momma. I miss you, too.

Posted by Nastinchka at June 2, 2007 02:49 PM

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Flying Clowns. Ahh... coup revenge!

Posted by: Orion at June 2, 2007 06:04 PM

at least you're up high, right? so you're OK, unless they've learned to fly

Are you sure she isn't saying that you've ascended so high in your life, that common clowns* can't touch you? I think that's what she's saying.

Besides, clowns are too scared to fly, everyone knows that.

* not the kind you find in the circus

Posted by: jebushchrist at June 3, 2007 10:32 PM
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