First, a comment by Nna Yram (aka, Hsum - not her real names) on yesterday's post made me realize that I need to clear up why I was able to spend Monday buying bread in an obscure small town on the coast, watch an amazing sunset, and then spend the evening standing in line to watch a 17-piece band play one of the most obscure Beatles songs ever (Flying).
The company I work for extremely grasciously shuts down for the week between Please Buy Anything and Everything Day and the end of the year. This means that I am off this week and most of last week. This also means that I am free to do all those nagging chores around the house that I have been putting off because "I just don't have the time."
Or I would be free to do those chores, but dang it, I've got work to do at home (WAH) during this break. This is work that I have gotten behind on due to my dabbling in other things when I'm actually at work.
So I set up a large folding table in the bedroom, set up two computers on it, and added all of the WAH essentials I need to be productive. (My word but my hair is geting thin on top. I'm now second-guessing that decision to get a haircut last week - never mind the pony tail; I really need that hair to get a comb-over going.)
In any case, I am being extremely productive. (Although that is mostly due to the lack of bowl games on broadcast TV - the first one is coming on in five minutes. Kansas plays today on an extremely obscure cable channel so I will have to follow it on the internet. Go Jayhawks!)
Now, about this drawing. Darci wanted to draw a picture of me. But then she started getting all "arty" on me. "OK, now I'm going to draw your ears" she said. "Great! Make them really big" I replied. And she made the smallest ears I have ever seen. "I need a beard" I said. She added whiskers over my whole face, including my forehead. "Now for your fingers" she said. "Cool! I'd love eight of them on each hand" I cheerfully exclaimed.
So she drew an angry squiggle on my right hand. "What's that?" I asked with a bit of worry in my voice. "A fierce animal is biting your hand" she said with a twinkle in her eye. "Well then, I don't think I would be smiling."
That circle sort of thing around my mouth is me screaming.
I made a note to myself to not make this kid angry in the future.
That's it - move along...