A pattern where there isnt really meant to be one?
It's our brains making sense or "recognizing" our surroundings.
This morning, while grabbing a quick breakfast, I found a set of boobs in my dixie paper plate.
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Ya'll ever find a face in a door or someone dancing in a flower?
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I see things ALL THE TIME. We had one of those marble tiled showers when I was a teenager and I swear there was a man staring at me every morning. Creepy.
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
One of the bathroom stalls at a campground we stayed at had wooden doors, I swear the three fates were on one of them.
-- Edited by lilyofcourse on Friday 14th of October 2016 04:32:47 PM
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Yes. I have seen things in weird places for sure! Much like people have hallucinated Jesus or Mary in a slice of toast or a grilled cheese sandwich. Our brains play silly games all the time. :)
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I never seem to see it unless someone else points it out to me. My hubby has deemed me THE most UNobservant person in the whole wide world. I think I agree with him.
