Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Jeepers, Creepers, Where'd You Get Them Peepers?

I am spending the day letting Zoey poke me in the eye. We might plant a few succulents, too. But mostly we'll just be poking each other in the eye.
Vintage photo of me poking my own mother in the eye. North Carolina, 1977. It must run in the family.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

My favorite is when they clamp their grubby fingernails just below your teeth and under your tongue, then pull you close to stare deeply into your eyes.