Saturday Art Night

Saturday was Art Night! To prepare we cleaned up the house. Part of the preparations involved cleaning out the fountain. To do this I added some dish soap to it and put it in the sink with the fountain running. I then escaped upstairs for a few intimate moments with my wife. Half an hour later we found something that looked fairly representational of an intimate moment.



Does that look like soemone bending over? Could our endeavors have effected what was taking place in another part of the house? It makes one think. Which, when I turned off the fountain and the activity began to subside, brought out an image representational of that which does the thinking.



So what does one do with synchronicities and sexual imagery? Poke holes in it!



I love Art Night!