Ahhh yes the silence on my end. Sorry folks. I've been so absorbed with the Katrina coverage I really haven't been much fun to be around.
Tuesday night...
Peart: What do you want to watch?
Me: I'm watching this (I point to tv coverage of Katrina's devastation).
Peart: Maybe you should watch something else. You know. Things like this make you depressed.
Me: I was already depressed before Katrina.
Wednesday night...
Peart: What do you want to watch?
Me: I'm watching this (I point to more tv coverage of Katrina's devastation).
Peart: Maybe you should watch something else. You know. Things like this make you depressed.
Me: I was already depressed before Katrina. Now I'm sketching. And then I'll be painting.
Peart: Ooh! That's good. Who's that of?
Me: A depressed woman.
Peart: Well I like this one (holds up mermaid sketch). But her nipples look weird. They're on the side of her breasts.
Me: Well. Ya know. Nobody's perfect.
Thursday night...
Peart avoids me all together.
I eat huge piece of chocolate cake.
Friday...
Co-workers avoid me all together.
Yup. I'm a barrel of monkeys to be around lately. *insert happy monkey sounds here*
On a happier note. Three day weekend. I plan to spend it with all the people I love. Because if Katrina has taught me anything else, as did that whole tsunami business, you just never know.
Also, I'll be painting again and hopefully will inspire some of ya'll to make donations to the Katrina victims if you haven't already. More info coming.
I'd be depressed to if my
I'd be depressed to if my nipples were on the side of the telvision.
Maybe a good paper mache' doctor can do something about them.