The Artist has been at work again * (warning: Rheagan there's an envelope heading your way) and this time he drew babies. I have never seen "Finding Nemo," but The Artist says these are babies like in "Finding Nemo:"
Jackson's teacher knew he was sick a couple of weeks ago when he didn't want to do his art at school.
* The Artist formerly known as Baby J is always at work, truth be told.
Appetizer - What is the worst movie you've ever seen?Toss up between Pulp Fiction, and some ninja movie Heidi made me go see with some guy she was dating and his friend back in high school
Soup - Name something that reminds you of your childhood.The smell of cut grass and the accompanying smell of onion weed
Salad - If you had to live in a large city, which one would you want it to be?It would be San Francisco, but it is out in California, and I will leave California to the Baby J. It would be Chicago, but it is full of yankees and gets a little cold in the winter. Boston is appealing, but it is filled with liberal yankees who talk really strangely and it too gets a wee bit cold in the winter. I think it will be Atlanta: Southern, the Braves, and humidity. What more could you want?
Main Course - What's a "big word" you like to use to impress people? I don't have to use big words anymore because not much impresses the Whatley Boys unless it involves balls or bullets or bodily functions, but if I did, it would either be "discombobulated" or "facetious," both of which you can thank Mr. Bivins from Freshman Honors English for indelibly writing those in my little pea-sized piece of gray matter.
Dessert - Describe your hairstyle. Don't think I have one. No matter how it is cut, or how it is styled, it all looks the same. Straight? Nope - for a few minutes after I iron it. Curly? Nope - unless the humidity is really high. Always looks like it needs a brush run through it - even right after one is. Right now it is shoulder-length with bangs and long layers cut throughout to make it look like I don't have quite the amount of hair that I really do.
Hang the black wreaths and turn off the tvs....basketball season in the Whatley house (or, at least for me and the two littl people I have convinced that Coach K rules the universe) ended last night when my boys lost. Can't...talk...about..it...sniffle, sniffle.