so we painted

so we painted. my daughter's little figure was excellent. mine not so much. maybe i'm not cut out for that, but in the words of my friend bryan, give it twenty years. it'll come.

so we'll put that on the back burner for now. it's sunday night, the kids are all here. my wife is on the phone with the owner of the business she now works for, so of course all of the kids have turned their volume knobs up to eleven. i do my best to tell them to keep it down, but i usually just end up yelling as loud as them, which doesn't solve anything. so i just whisper menacingly.

once they are in bed, i'll attempt to get back to the manuscript. i hope everyone enjoys what's left of the weekend.

until something changes, i remain grim.