Last night I did some very important things that ended in me biting all of my nails off while having a full panic attack while watching the Spurs game. GO SPURS!
I also finished watching all nine seasons of One Tree Hill. I was a religious every-week watcher when the show was on live and then something tragic happened and we no longer got the channel and I missed most of the last two seasons, so I did what any normal person would do—I started the series from the beginning and watched the whole way through. While I was finishing up the last episode, Isabella was busy in her room drawing a “Portrait of My Mama.”
I kind of haven’t been able to stop giggling about it since she brought me the portrait.
So, I tweeted about it. OF COURSE I DID.
Said hilarious—to me—tweet was met with a chorus of crickets, so I guess it was really only funny to me.
Or maybe you just needed the visual evidence.
Yes. That’s it. Visual.
There’s One Tree Hill in the background and my adorkable glasses and what I mistakenly thought was a bowling bag but is actually a kettlebell.
And what appears to be a New York City skyscraper elevator button panel shirt of some kind.
And in my right hand—it’s a HAND WEIGHT.
And also, found porn.