By W R Jones
I’m mostly posting on FaceBook now – you can find me there as William R Jones, I think. You may need to add UCLA to the search. I do still like blogging but have limited time. I know the rest of you have unlimited time or at least that 40 hours you should be working. Trust me, once you retire that free time evaporates.
I was on a three week trip recently and didn’t have space for oil paints. I decided to take along a small set of watercolors.
Watercoloring – Waterboarding
Both a form of torture. That damn water runs all over the place making puddles and splotches as it goes. Still, it is cheaper than oil which is a big plus.
Say, did you ever use enhanced interrogation on your spouse? Really? Well, maybe you weren’t CERTAIN she was lying. Let me explain before you get all up on your high horse.
I had a 1/4 roll of masking tape in my hand. Then after a very brief distraction – going to fetch the mail before my wife saw the latest crap I bought on Amazon – the tape was gone. There was only myself, Mango, and my wife in the house. The roll was too big for Mango to handle. He does sometimes tear off a little piece to mark the spot on the floor where he wants his water bowl placed.
I certainly didn’t misplace it. That left my wife. She denied, denied, denied having seen it.
I told her if she didn’t admit the theft I was going to waterboard her. She said I didn’t need to use any water, I bored her enough with my yakking. That was enough to make anyone sing like a canary.
Later I stumbled across the roll hanging on the handlebar of my bike. I may have stopped by the bike on the way to the mail box, don’t recall.
Well, just kiss my patootie, I’m not apologizing; a simple mistake, could happen to anybody.