Today is one of those days where you spend your time in the garden hoe to growing boredom. Since the harvest is plentiful and profitable for months, today I oriented toward something more constructive: preparing the props for the next photo shoot.
Theme: Women homicidal. What a cool theme! (I say this to me just because I'm not so demeans the artistic side) Because I'm paranoid and picky as an artist, I made a nice list with all versions of murderous women who want to do, a series of concept for the poses , the name of the girl who will lay as well as the inventory of props and those ready to implement. Today it is the woman with the rope, the hanging man! To this pleasant figure that I need props? In my nice list are: Tree (easy to steal the town! Bello live near a little park green), with a rope noose (facilissimo! I have one that is just beautiful! I must only make us the noose), rickety stool (maybe there in the lab).
Ok! You can do it! Way to take the rope!
Seeking ...
Frugo ... ...
Razzolo
Nothing rope? No way! I must look better!
Closet? No, no ... kennel Crumb? Remnants of organic junk of dubious origin but no rope basket ... cats? There are about 30 meters of rope, though I do not know why it is there, but it is for synthetic and then nothing. You have to try again! Looking half home with poor results. I can only find an old PC sound card hidden under an iron (both put in place by my father in the shoe cabinet), but no rope. The last possibility is that both the grandmother downstairs. Vado.
"Grandma? Did you by chance seen the hemp rope? the light wrapped stranded in the mountains that I had taken from the closet of Germido? "
" no, but if you need to have the string from chicken "
" thank grandmother but I need more rope beautiful, durable photos on us "
" but check out this string is good! "
" I understand, dear granny, but it's up! It seems that I need the string to be hanged "
" but we do see that if the node is good! "
impatient to start," Grandma ... listen ... I need your twine from chicken! I need the rope I told you! thanks anyway, I'm going to look to the laboratory ... "
tear her grandmother:" Here! So old! It is no longer needed! I miss the string is more bona sees "
suffocate is blasphemy," but no, grandmother, not that you're old, is that I do not need the string "
" here, See? Although you say you know old and you do not need! "
mutters a curse:" Grandma ... now I'm furious ... listen to me ... not that I do not need you, your string is that I need! & Rdquo ;
"vabbeh! I understand! Because so old ... and I'll no longer need to put the at least fire warms me "
utters a triple with tightening of the Virgin Mary in PD pike:" Grandma, PD, now I'm angry, PD, hear! PD! I need a rope! PD! I do not need the string! PDPDPD "
That said, carrying a column of saints and weeping madonnas chased by numerous figures and hoofed pig irreverent but, I go back home to get his coat so I go in the lab.
The descent of the stairs that I find the missing rope hanging from the door of my grandmother ...
By ... "Grandma! But where was this rope? "
"I do not know! I've never seen it! "
With incredulos but seething face of other blasphemies:" Grandma ... seriously ... at home we just you and me ... 10 seconds ago, the rope was not there! While he was now hanging on your door "
" Do you have put the mom! "
" Mom came out for about 3 hours "
" here! See! Also to say that I am old and I can not do things! "
" PD! GRANDMA! PDPDPDPD! Get well to the fire and shut up! I think it is better
"here! Now you say I miss the fire to know more bona ago! "
On this, gurgling unspeakable curses and reciting prayers to the Great Old Ones go downstairs and I go ...
