Do You Smile To Tempt A Lover, Mona Lisa?

We aren't really keeping any secrets from anyone on here. Mostly, we're just posting aspects of our lives that wouldn't be 'suitable' for our regular blogs. Those who know us well, already know. Although, some people who THINK they know us well have no idea. . . . .

Let no one here feel guilt at posting anything, not anything. Let us all just feel grateful that this blog is here that we might utilize it and share those parts of us that might set our other blogs to smokin'.

That being said, my underwear was driving me mad today so I took it off and threw it away. Then I went to a boring family reunion and everybody remarked about how contented I seemed to be, even in the midst of a reunionish mixture of boredom and chaos. I sat amongst my aunts and uncles and listened to story after story, and through it all I felt light and free and really myself. Part of me hoped the breeze wouldn't betray me, and part of me hoped it would. It didn't.

And for the first time I understood where the Mona Lisa got that shitty little smile. I wore it all afternoon and evening, myself.

None of you will ever look at that painting the same way again.