Sunday, April 26, 2009

The Magic Sweater


Sometimes the things I do and say comes back to bite me in the ass.

I saw Blue Mamba this week. I complimented her on a very nice sweater she was wearing. It was a very attractive and colorful tweed knit. I told her that the colorfulness of her sweater reminded me of one of those Magic Eye pictures that you stare into and make your eyes un-focus and cross and suddenly a three dimensional picture pops out at you.

Blue Mamba turns her back to me and says, “Take a good look and you’ll see a Jesus Kite,”

13 Comments:

Blogger Auntie said...

Most likely, being Guy, you were probably searching for other 3-D objects in the blue sweater.

6:36 AM  
Blogger darev2005 said...

You try to do or say something nice and it comes back to bite you every time. When you get a reputation as a curmudgeon, people expect you to be a curmudgeon all the time. Funny how that works, isn't it?

7:47 AM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Auntie, pretty funny observation, but you know I'm not like that.

Darev, Blue Mamba is a very funny, quick with the come-back kind of a person. When I enter her arena I never know what to expect.

9:25 AM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

By the way, can anyone see the image in the image above. I can't.

9:28 AM  
Blogger Stephanie said...

So is the picture supposed to be two football players? It looks like two figures one is standing and throwing something the other one about to tackle him?

12:00 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Could be, I can't see it this time. I chose it because it looked like the sweater.

12:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Whew...I feel better now that I'm not the only one that can't see anything in that pic.

And not sometimes for me but always when the mouth goes into gear with the brain lagging behind. Like the time I was at a wake and you go down the line expressing sympathy to all of the family and you only know one of them. And some jerk up the line decides he is going to have a 15 minute conversation so you get stuck in front of someone you are vaguely familiar with. So to make the best of an uncomfortable situation, you make small talk. The guy is standing next to a woman...I know his mother is still living but old...his brother is the deceased...Me: "So this is your mother?" Him: "No, this is my wife". I wonder...is there room in my mouth for another foot? Shuffle shuffle...

Moose

1:40 PM  
Blogger dalia said...

i can NEVER get these things. i feel so... "short bus!"

7:20 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oooo..Ooooo. I think I see the image. It's a tire track as viewed by a peyote soaked brain?

Moose

3:33 AM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Dalia, it's easier to see them when they are printed.

Moose, did your drug mule Columbia ever make it up to see you? If so, how come no report?

5:13 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Drug trade and matters of the heart share one thing in common...discretion is the better part of valor. (LQTM)

Moose

5:40 AM  
Blogger Hahn at Home said...

Auntie - That's what made me click comments - I was thinking the same thing. Good to know, Guy, that you aren't "like that."

6:52 AM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Moose, that never prevented you from talking before.

Lori, I am not like that at all.

5:49 AM  

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