Well... so far 2008 kinda sucks, but I'm sure the year will go downhill from here. (hey, its called sarcastic humor. If you don't get it, it probably just means you're not sarcastic.) Sigh.
Here's where I should be putting on a happy face but it doesn't fit any more. Seems I've outgrown it. (snort. snicker.)
I still don't have my letter H to post. I tried to do something but never made it. I think I've cleared off the table 15 or 20 times so I could sit there and draw. After a few minutes its time to feed the rug rats again. Then its snack time. Then another meal time. And if it isn't time to waste food then I've got these little nose pickers up in my face again, touching everything or wiggling the table, reaching for the pencils... you get the picture. Oh. And 'bless their little hearts'. And I'm really sorry for society once D gets out there. Really, really sorry.
I got a sketch and a half done by using photos from a magazine. I didn't finish the dog once I saw how crooked he had become.
I can't even come up with much to talk about...which is, no doubt, a good thing since I would just be whining and complaining anyway.