From our list of 100 Things to Draw When You’re Bored, here’s what I like to think Death might be doing after they fire him for spiritual harassment:
Yes, it’s #21: Death’s New Job. Really, though, after a day or two, all he has to do is cross out “gold” and write “soul,” and he’ll be right back in the old line of work.
*Insert clever segue that I am too tired to write for you because it is four in the morning*
Every year when the trees begin to bloom, my poor, sweet husband starts to look as if I might be using his face for a punching bag. I keep begging him to see an allergist, and he keeps changing the subject, as a result of which, he looks like this, except with better hair. And some nifty glasses. And no face mask. So . . . really, he doesn’t look much like this at all, except around the eyes. Around the eyes, my husband is twinsies with #66: Allergic to Everything:
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