Benjamin was quite busy in the days leading up to Mothers' Day last month. Daddy helped him with several art projects, which were absolutely perfect first Mothers' Day presents. On my desk at work I now have a photo frame with Benji's handprints in plaster. (Here's hoping he didn't suck his thumb immediately afterward.) And waiting to be hung up at home I have a lovely canvas of finger painting. I can't quite figure out which side is "up" so I haven't hung it up yet. It's definitely abstract art, but quite frankly I can't figure out what makes some modern art in the museums better than this artwork from my 7-month old.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
