First this:
"Some people find the language of Shakespeare difficult to understand. Who can tell me the meaning of this last line we read?" she asked, looking around for volunteers. There were none to be found. "Mr. White, did you hear the last line?"
"Yes."
"Did you understand it?"
"I think so."
"Please tell the class what the last line was saying."
"Uh... Romeo called her butt soft and then broke her window?"
She frowned.
Okay. Enough of that. Guess what I did on the train yesterday? I sketched a picture. Oh, you'd guessed already. It's a little rough. Partially, this is just my style. I don't draw smooth, pretty, flattering sketches. I draw rough pictures with too much detail that make people look ten years older than they are. I also blame the train, which rocked and swayed as I drew. Let's be honest, though, some of the roughness has to be blamed on the subject of the portrait himself, you know.
Have a lovely day, you guys. Tell me how you're doing.
Later. Love.
P.S. - Congratulations to bella who, last night at 11:48 PM, posted comment number 666 on this latest incarnation of my blog. The power of Christ compels you, bella.
