Walking to the mailbox last night, I saw into one of my neighbor's kitchens (I'm not a peeping zickle, but if you leave your drapes open and the lights on when I walk by, I'm lookin').
She has a HUUUUUUUGE print of da Vinci's The Last Supper on the wall in her kitchen.
Full disclosure, my kitchen decor consists of weird photographs of little tiny deer hanging out in lollipop forests and climbing cupcake-frosting mountains, leaving me little room to judge here, but doesn't The Last Supper seem a bit... heavy for the kitchen? You walk in for a turkey sammich and there's Jesus and his Apostles, having one last meal before they nail him to the cross.
Might make me feel guilty enough to put the turkey sammich back.... and grab a glass of wine instead.
Heeeey. Maybe there's a method to her madness!
I don't know. Am I wrong about this whole thing?
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