Day 134: A Monday
Day 134 | My Sweet Linus.
Jack the Wolf can be really cute. Other times he tells my mother her dingle can’t move like his. In these moments, he pees onto the toilet seat and lets the yellow dribble into the bowl.
Day 135: A Tuesday
Day 135 | Water Color Curls
Sometimes I create works of genius in teen art. Sometimes I draw fairies with curly hairs.
Day 135 | Scabby Daddy
My dad face planted in the driveway. His post-plant quote, “I laid there for four minutes thinking someone might come by, or that I was dead, but eventually I got up.” This was the worst of the face, knee, elbow and hand scabs.
Day 136: A Wednesday
Day 136 | Spider Cat
Apparently, I have a comic book cat. He thinks he’s some sort of mighty haired villain. This is him getting ready to scale doorways. Can you tell he’s made of crazy?
Day 137: A Thursday
Day 137 | Putty Face
My coworker has a broken finger and this is what therapy gave him for the week. When therapy gives you putty, make mustaches, unibrows, and smiles.
Day 138: A Friday
Day 138 | Just Another Sunset
Everyone loves a good sunset picture. My ice-cream-partner-in-crime turned the car around to park towards the sunset so we could watch it flush away and I could put my toes against the pink and leave prints on the glass.
Day 139: A Saturday
Day 139 | Little Bird
I found my cat wagging and yipping over this small bird. I want to hold it in my palms like river water. Plus, look at that cool-kid mohawk. He must have gone to the hair stylist.
Day 139 | HOLY SLUG
My parent’s grow the most ridiculous specimen in their yard. I would salt the slugs, but who would want to diminish such an odd creation. Let it ooze, buddy. I have to remind myself of that thought when I step on them skipping to the door at night like Juliet after star gazing with Romeo.
Day 140: A Sunday (A Montage)
Day 140 | Guilty Face
Step 1: Look at mom guiltily.
Day 140 | Box Face
Step 2: Look adorable
Day 140 | Eat Bag Straps
Step 3: Be a kitten again. Lick plastic bags.
