By Tonia
“I have learned the difference between a cactus and a caucus.
On a cactus, the pricks are on the outside.” – Mo Udall
Spending
summers in Santa Fe has always been one of the highlights of my year. I write; I
admire the sunsets; I attend outdoor concerts; I look at art; I hang out with
my NM friends and I hike. I usually rent a small guesthouse just outside of town.
Its perfect for my needs and I love my landlord.
And, for the
record, roses may say “I love you,” but cacti say, “Go
fuck yourself.” Damn pricks! If I had needed acupuncture on my ass I would have
gone to an office!

Since it was a mile or so back
to the guesthouse, I decided to take the road as it would be an easier walk.
And, while there is rarely any traffic on that dirt road, this day it was like goddamn
rush hour traffic. As cars drove by the adults turned away but the kids had
their noses pressed up against the windows. Geez, kids. Never seen a grown-up
with her hands up her ass??
I finally got home and ripped
those pants off as fast as I could and began my mirror and
tweezers chore. Got ‘em all out but don’t ask me to turn the other cheek……

next teammate in line. The
team whose members finish the race first is the winner.
Other possible games are Throw the Ex into the Cactus, Pin the Prick to the Cactus, and 50 Things to Do with a Cactus. You're welcome.
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