Mister and I were dining at a fine establishment last Friday evening and as we gazed with wonder at our surroundings I caught the name of the artist at the bottom of the beautifully appointed teakwood frame to my immediate right.
As we sat there quietly discussing the paintings we made up a (mostly one sided, ok entirely one sided) conversation that the artist would be having at that very moment.
Join me wont you?
Me: Shade
Adin Shade, world renowned impressionist
or something.
Me: and a fine assortment of international confectionary sauces.
Mister: My paintings will be displayed at this sheik little eatery. They will be displayed on each wall and highlighted by the cheap canned lighting and the fake potted ivy
Me: prominently displayed between each set of streaked windows and set off by the red haze of the emergency exit sign.
Mister: My impressionistic desert landscapes in shades of
Me: bruise and tapioca
Mister: off-set the bad dye job of the ever-friendly waitress, Helda.
Me: But please wait to be seated
Mister: Tell the hostess that you know me and the complimentary chilled water with lemon wedges will be served posthaste
Me: Im a Star! Im featured all over the United States!