You arrive to Joey’s blog and you see her bent over a chest of doors. Not a chest of drawers, but a chest, think for hope, only full of doors.
If you come through the front door, she’s a mess of frizzy hairs over a red face and she looks up and says, “Oh, hi, howdy do?” She’s fair to middlin, but she’s rummaging through the doors lookin for what might work this time. The doors in her chest sorta remind her of Pandora.
If you come through the back door, she’s ass-up, and since her ass is big enough to block her spidey senses, she has no idea you’re there and you scare the ever-lovin-fuck out of her and she jumps up, screams like a banshee, hops sideways like a scaredy cat — but because she does not need all fours to do this, she waves her lil T-Rex arms all around as if you’re a slew of gnats she’ll swat to death before running away to cry.
If you’ve never seen Screaming Banshee on Hallmark’s site, you haven’t lived. You should go down that rabbit hole.
I usta send those cards to my parents all the time, because really, with anxiety disorder, a deployed husband, and a house fulla kids, it was, if you will, a scream for help.
I guess we have Stream of Consciousness Saturday, but I sorta stream of consciousness through my blog, and my life… Whether you’re streaming consciousness or screaming, you’re definitely in the now…
Oh yeah, doors. I get busy and doors day sneaks up on me.
If you thought that was weird, you must be new here.
K, along the same line of oddity, here are some pictures, some of doors even, for this doors day.
#ThursdayDoors is part of an inspired post series run by Norm Frampton. To see other doors of interest, or to share your own, click the link and find the frog.