Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Love is the Bug I'm Thinking of
The birds and bees,
The mites on trees,
They each have a gal they c’n snuggle and squeeze.
Oh, ev’ry little bug has a honey to hug.
You can see,
The firefly don’ haff t’cry,
He knows from the glow that’s his gal going by.
Oh, ev’ry little bug has a honey to hug but me.
The lovely wife has been out of town for FOUR WHOLE DAYS! In that span, I've:
1. Grown a Grizzly Adams beard.
2. Eaten nothing but salsa and crumbs found in the crease of the futon.
3. Changed clothes .025 times.
4. Stared forlornly at the phone/ out the window/ towards the ceiling so much that you can actually see where my gaze has worn groves in the surfaces.
It's not that the wife takes care of me, it's just that I have no motivation to do anything when she's away. What's the point?
But she comes home tonight! YEE-HAW!
The image above was an egg tempera demo for a class.