I've also been tagged by Jazzygal who has either changed her page up a bit or I was seriously way too slobbery drunk last night while I watched Lizzy dance all her Irish dances at the Ceili. In my defence, there were a lot more people drunker than I was last night. That's all I'm saying. I could have sworn things looked different there yesterday....either way, I love her style.
So I love this meme because it lets me take a tiny peek at how my kids see me. I had visions of me looking stick thin with a modest bosom and a killer smile. No such luck.
I had to bribe Alex with 30 minutes of I-touch time to even get him to pick up a pencil. After a ton of bickering and begging he simply huffed, "FINE. But I don't understand why I need to draw you when I can see you just fine." Fair enough but draw the damn picture. I hate when my kids are smarter than me. Apparently I have Angelina lips, a hair helmet, no clothes and no bosoms whatsoever. Damn.
Lizzy said sure and whipped something right up. Look at this. Jesus-H, did you just get the scare of your life? My hair parts in the middle like the Dead Sea, I have black saucer eyes that are trying to bewitch you and its raining. If Lizzy starts killing small neighborhood animals I'm screwed.
- Ask your child to draw a picture of you. It doesn't matter how old they are.
- Pop over to Tara's post to add it to her linky.
- Then tag some others.
I'm all for playing by the rules, and God knows we have them in this house, so I'm tagging some of my bloggy buddies. Here they are in no particular completely random order of two :
Connor's mom over at Living on the Spectrum: The Connor Chronicles. Because cheese is good (someday you'll have to tell me if it means more than keeping up on your calcium and Vitamin D requirements or if its hidden code for something) and because I have visions of her with Indiana Jones and not Calista.
Karen over at Solodialogue because she makes me think and sometimes it makes my brain hurt in a 'good but now I need to go ponder things' kind of way.