When We Grow Up

Lord help us, please if you don’t mind. It’s the first Monday after the birth and at two PM we’ve finally gotten our teeth brushed. Two out of three of us, anyway.

After years telling people you still don’t know what you wanna be when you grow up you decide, “I am grown up and I’m an artist”.

A poor artist with a broken car. A progressive communications specialist.

11/06/2012