Thursday, May 21, 2009
THERE IS NO PHOTOSHOPPING THIS ONE
I am having a bad 18-24 months.
That is the time frame I was given at my orthodontic consultation in October of 2007.
Gwen can. not. wait.
I found this masterpiece in her backpack awhile ago and Joey has been dying to show the world.
And the good news, Joey, is that I found this drawing in one of my "piles".
Which means I was going through a "pile".
I even threw stuff away. None of it was mine of course.
Take a close look at what my daughter thinks of my braces...my pimples and my hair...or...um...bang (s)...plural because I think she drew two. And is the house on fire by my head? Oh dear. Click the picture if you can and take a closer look at my grill.
Me so sad. In Gwen's artistic defense...braces are hard to draw with a smile.