There once were three brothers who grew up together in a field.

Johnny, George, and Vern Thornyhead.

Not only were they brothers… they were pals. Thick as thieves, they were.

Yet….every time the wind blew, they would bump into one another. Of course… their barbs did not feel good… one to the next.  In fact, they downright hurt. Even still, the brothers ignored these intrusions, and remained close companions their entire lives.

They came to discover….that when you are one of those individuals who are irksome, sharp, and thorny… you have to learn to live with the other pricks in your life.   One thing that I have noticed….is that the pricks in this world mostly hang out with one another in groups… such as this one.

I hope upon hopes … that if I come back as some kind of plant…. I truly wish I would grow up in the Cotton Candy Field, with my Pink Cotton Candy Sisters….

“A friend is someone who knows all about you and loves you just the same”
-E. Hubbard

(Photography NOTE:  This image I took tonight…. reminded me of a story that my friend Janet J send me about porcupines.  Turns out… those little fellas are pricks too!)