Husband’s Gene Pool
Don’t ask me what’s going on here. It’s God’s own secret how his sisters’ minds work… I’m assuming they were dancing around that alter after performing a ritual sacrifice 🙂
Don’t ask me what’s going on here. It’s God’s own secret how his sisters’ minds work… I’m assuming they were dancing around that alter after performing a ritual sacrifice 🙂
Better to leave some things alone and just smile…like you know all the secrets! HA!
well, i figure my guess is close enuff hahaha
You are one funny gal.
I am?? *all innocent* 🙂
now that is one poker face in the background, Elaine
indeed lol almost a resting bitch face lol
I won’t ask, but still can’t let go of wondering. There is something absolutely absurd about the situation—or maybe just the photo. I bet it won’t come as a surprise that I really like it, the photo. 🙂
i KNOW how absurd it looks hahaha, that’s why i like it toooo 🙂 Thank you for stoppin’ by, Otto!
Why do I suddenly feel so intimidated? 😉
don’t worry Phil, i’m sure it wasn’t a HUMAN sacrifice lol!!
Yeah? What’s in that bag?
entrails i imagine lol
Sorry I asked.
lol i suppose i’m creeping you out with this picture…
“All the world’s a stage / And all the men and women merely players” (William Shakespeare)
And all Elaine’s portraits are just a splash into life & life only. Fabulous, darling!
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
a poor player, struts and frets his hour upon the stage, signifying nothing… (or something like that lol)