Today I thought I'd dazzle you with my mad art skillz.
Exhibit #1 is my depiction of what I like to call "Remote control perfection: how to train monkeys to use the t.v."
In a perfect world, these are all the buttons you need.
And the answer to your question is no.
No, I did not think of this the other night when I changed the channel in bed, in the dark, and couldn't figure out how to get back to watching the dvd. No, I did not fumble with the remote of 5 minutes next to my snoring Mr. while I mumbled "fucking remote" and "stupid fingers".
Um, no I did not just turn the t.v. off and try to sleep out of frustration after first calling the remote an asshole.
Exhibit #2 is titled: "Either a spider laid her eggs in my chin or I'm brewing up two serious zits."
At my age (29) I shouldn't still be getting zits. This seems unfair and possibly illegal. And, if they insist on making an appearance, I would prefer that they aren't (approximately) the size of a skittle.
Tomorrow we will unveil my masterpiece: "American Gothic redux: Charo and Pauly Shore settle down on the farm"
Thank you for visiting. Donations are gladly accepted.
*Day eight? Nablopomo, signing out.