Pretty Ugly

It’s Sunday. BP’s away, LP’s asleep on the couch, and Nesta’s been put on the back porch because she was climbing and almost knocked over a priceless relic I inherited from my dead Aunt Dorothy. It’s actually a huge, old, strange coffee table ashtray from the 60’s or 70’s. It’s one of those things that I can’t decide if it’s pretty or ugly. Of course we don’t use it as an ashtray. BP smokes, but he’s nice enough to only do it on the porch or in the basement. It’s an “object dee art,” as Roseann once called something on her TV show.













That's the lighter in the top left corner.