|SUPER LURV the homemade card. Hallmark can SUCK IT|
The weather was fantastic (SIX MONTHS OF WINTER: DONE). It was bright and sunny and almost cool enough to require a light jacket. Most importantly, it was DRY. This meant NO STUPID HAIR! Hooray!
First, I watched The Man dig a hole to plant a fun, new tree my Dad forced on us. What?!? You can think of something MORE soothing than watching someone else do hard, physical labour? So, that was very relaxing.
Then, I played Swingball for ages, while girlie jumped on the trampoline.
|I love you, SWINGBALL. Why can't all toys be as fun as you?|
Here is the inside of the card (the front is pictured at the top of this post of course). Jack, egoist that he is, has drawn a rather nice picture of himself, sharply attired in a suit. There's some other garbage going on on the left, that must have been an abandoned first attempt at a drawing. No matter, it's really cute. Then the kid said; "There's a picture of you on the back, Mom!"
"Yes?!!" I said, excitedly!
Jack NEVER draws me. I can't pay the child to draw me, or even include me in his pictures. Once I asked him if he could draw me into one of his British Invasion concert pics. So, in the sea of swirls that made up the heads of people in the audience, he pointed to one random, scribbled swirl and said; "that's YOU, Mom."
So, let's see how he's drawn me! After all, he's a fab little artist!
|I am the scribble on the left|