Signs, signs…

I was tagged more than five consecutive days ago by my friend Julian (@saskajules) to post five photos for five days.

There’s a reason I am the way I am. I have no idea what that reason is, but there’s some speculation it may have something to do with my mother’s strict diet of beer and sunflower seeds when she was pregnant. At any rate, when #TheTeen was wee, I decided that rather than trying to prevent him from colouring on the walls and stuff, I’d paper the walls with art paper so that if he got the hankering to do so, he’d not ruin the wallpaper or paint or whatever.

I had this huge roll of brown paper, and I used to just tack it up as high as he could reach, and that was fine. For painting, I did what mum used to do, and I covered the walls of the bathtub with newsprint and then tacked up painting paper overtop. Mess = contained. Art = awesome.

When #TheNipper asked me to repaint his room, I painted a couple of spots of whiteboard paint, and then I did a big one in The Captain’s room. The Nipper loves the white board drawing areas – he even made up a game to play with His Nibs that involves drawing a picture and then trying to solve a mystery based on the picture.

None of this will explain what I did tonight on the white board in The Captain’s room:


It ain’t easy, life with me.

I challenge Jason F. (@jasondfedorchuk) to post five pictures for five days. And to tag someone new each day.





2 responses to “Signs, signs…”

  1. Robert Bodnar Avatar

    I was captivated by your little endearing story until the picture ruined everything.Nut sack is two words okay!?

  2. cenobyte Avatar

    I have a poetic license.

i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.

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