Here’s a picture she painted of me, notice the detail in the beard. I’m not sure why I have a blue line running down the middle of my face, perhaps she remembers a bruise I got after WifeGeeding threw a Maglight at me after I complained about her cooking.
It’s like she doesn’t even know me. Yellow? Really? Maybe she’s taking a shot at me for being half-Asian since I made her go to bed early last night. Sweet potatoes? Can’t stand them. She does hate it when I change the channel from cartoons to the news. As for her mother’s cooking, I’ve learned to say it’s the best.
There was a dinosaur dig theme to this even. I’d like to use this rock as a doorstop but I fear her brother throwing it at the dogs and then breaking a tile.
Finally, donuts.
We finished the event at chapel where she prayed.
