No, we don't live on a farm. We've never visited a farm. The closest that Darius has ever been to real farm animals is at a local petting zoo.
So can someone please explain to me how he keeps drawing farm animals and then saying it's a picture of me. First, I was a fat hen. Now, I have a pig nose.
Although this time, I have fabulous skinny legs. And those horizontal stripes are rather flattering, even if I am wearing a micro-mini (the perfect outfit for a busy working mom on the run) How I can wear a turtleneck in this California heat wave is a testament to my dedication to fashion. Never mind the fact that I seem to be a 2-toe and 2-finger amputee. Or that my eyes look like they're gonna pop right off my face. I guess that is the look of a coffee-crazed working mom after all.
