Thursday, January 01, 2009

the inner life of stuff

The other day I found this umbrella in my husband's car. It seemed crippled by melancholy. And not very useful for rain protection, I'm sad to say. If a movie were made about it, it would be called The Saddest Umbrella in the World.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I am not an umbrella. I AM A MAN.