A few days ago we were playing around with ye olde magnadoodle and Sean was drawing objects for Julian to identify. Any guy with glasses always gets a "Daddy!" from Julian so Sean drew what is apparently his depiction of me to see if Julian could identify it.
What the @#$% is this?!?
Apparently Sean sees me as a homeless lady with a beer gut and hair that was gnawed on by a rat. And i wasn't even wearing glasses at the time. What gives, man??
Ohmygosh hahaha, i forgot-- Sean just reminded me that immediately after I saw this, aghast and sputtering in protest, Julian called out, "MOM!" Son of a @#$%!
So I've read Lovecraft's Cthulhu mythos, and the stories sometimes include people who have seen things so horrible and twisted that their minds simply break.
Now I count myself among them.
As if it weren't bad enough that having kids destroys your body, then they have to go and destroy any remaining pride you might have managed to hold onto. Life is so unfair.
And what's with the lips-- did you get botox?
The title of this post alone is worth the painful manifestation of Sean and Julian's short sightedness. Now I sing a song by Jewel.
Beautiful. Sean should work as one of those guys just outside of Central Park who draws portraits for tourists. Factoring in the cost of the Magna Doodles, I think he could do quite well.
Love it! I'm still chuckling!
Ha! Love it. A++ comments. :D
This is funny . . . and not half as ugly as that profile picture you drew of me one day at church 15 years ago. That was just mean.
That's because the only chance I got to draw you was during the prayer when you weren't looking! So i had 25 seconds to whip out a sketch and maybe it wasn't perfect. I'm sorry, I'm only human. :D
That's not the story you gave me 15 years ago. You maliciously held onto that super ugly picture to use against me. Do you still have it? You do, don't you? Just biding your time...
I want to live at your house.
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