I’ve never had to make an update or correction to any of my posts before, but today my faithful canine companion Mlle. Renee pointed out that I was in grave error on last night’s post.
I had stated that the family heirloom rock showed the profile of a gentleman who possibly could have resembled our first president, George Washington. Mlle. Renee pointed out that for all these years we had been looking at the stone from the wrong angle, and if turned around it would reveal the profile of …
her best friend and fellow canine Blondie who lives across the street.
Can’t dispute her claims, but I’m sure that a rock that looked like an unknown dog would hardly be worth the same as a rock that looked like a historical American statesman and military genius.
I always laugh at people who see things that aren’t, and try to convince others that they see them, too. You know, like the face of Jesus on a grilled cheese sandwich and the latest one a bird poop splat on a car windshield that supposedly looks like Michael Jackson.
Balderdash, I say! Because my family has long owned a rock that is shaped in the image of George Washington. My mother found said rock on the family picnic I wrote about a couple of days ago. No, it wasn’t the rock that hit me in the head, but another rock from the same stream bed. And she was convinced the rock looked like the profile of George Washington.
Well, up until 2003 when he fell off the mountain.
Well, that’s my family’s heritage, and I’m not trying to sell it or anything … unless someone would like to make me an offer.