OBEDIENT

When faced with the daunting task of writing something worth both my time and yours, often I just give up. Nothing, I figure, is better than something that would have been better off left at nothing.

Got that?

But my mom said, "Write something." She's seemingly interested in the hum-drum of my life.
So, in Honor of Mom:

My house. I mean my chaos.



My home improvement (and reason why nothing else is getting done).


My homies (for whom I paint).


My honey (for whom I pant).


My honey's hound.


My hair.


Lane's hilarious (?) invitation to the Sweetheart's dance.


The place where I spend hours and hours of my time.


A six year old historian's horrifying illustration for his February calendar. (Needless to say, I did not let him display his picture, no matter how historically accurate...)


The hon(s) (book, that is, in Japanese) most recently in my hands.


And that, my friends, is how I spend my hours.
Hope yours are happy ones, too!