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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.