Little Ms. Mischief



I'm not usually naughty or the wild and crazy type.

Honest!

I'm usually on the demure side
with a somewhat wicked sense of humor
lurking quietly below the surface.

But every now and then some trouble-maker
leads me astray.

"Will you take my picture kissing this statue?" asks Deb,
so sweetly that I succumb in a moment of weakness.


Click.

"How about another angle?"

OK.



"Your turn."

"But I'm not tall enough to kiss her."

This, after tiptoes proved inadequate
and no step-stool materialized.


"Well then, grab her butt."

Photo © 2010 by Deb Taylor


Or something............

Photo © 2010 by Deb Taylor

There's a disadvantage in being short
that should be apparent here.
It induces you to sacrifice your dignity
and sense of propriety.


Just call me Little Miss Mischief.

(And for additional musings, click HERE
to see my very personal Sepia Saturday.)

As if this post weren't personal enough!



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Comments

ellen abbott said…
The secret life of Meri. who knew?
deb did it said…
Oh Meri, my darling, if only I had one more week with you...T-R-O-U-B-L-E! This is such a fun post....come on girl, start peeling off those layers...look at the adoring look in your eye...I see it! Love ya!
Oh this is just too fun! I wish I had been there! These photos were worth the entire trip, I am certain. The expression on both your faces is simply pricesless!
xoxo,
Noelle
Jeannie said…
Ha! the kisses are sweet but the butt and boob grab make me happier - I was going to suggest it but you beat me to it.

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