A Clown’s Nose Nothing

Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.

Silly me. All this time blogging, and I’ve yet to do a daily prompt. Well, lookie lookie at who’s stepping into the big show.

Clowns. That’s right! The big poofy-pant-wearing kind, with pants big enough for ten basketballs to be thrown into. And a big red nose. Did you know, and once I tell you this, you too might not believe it, but there is a store in a nearby town that solely sells clown noses. I shit you not.

Stopped at a red light, I snapped a shot of my disbelief, and now I present it to you…WAIT. I did a thing. Deleted a bazillion photos to take my 80% Google Photos storage capacity down to 30%. So, instead of handmade, I bring you store-bought screenshot.

Uncertain if I’ll get taken away in handcuffs, I made sure to capture the site’s address, to clearly mark that it is not my picture. You can thank the photo storage costs for that.

I hated clowns as a kid. What’s with painted on sad and mean faces anyway? And all the white paint. I’m good with mimes, maybe because they’re geared for all ages.

Ok, I’m done with clowns. I’m onto the less than vibrant mustard yellow socks my daughter is currently putting on for tonight’s t-ball game. If you are religious reader, you are more than aware of my anger at the man for asking us to buy all this baseball gear and my quiet refusal by dunking white socks in a steamy bath of tumeric water. The dye worked. Too well. After the socks removal the foot is equally yellow, which leads to a fireman carry of poor Evelyn to the nearest shower or bathtub.

Well, it’s time to giddy up outta here and play ball. I’ll be smelling you later.

Love, Jaclynn