Whenever I walk by the washroom while Mike is shaving, I’ll make a grossly distorted face to imitate the one he is making. Everyone knows the mangled and contorted face men make while shaving, right? And the disfigurement continues on and manifests into almost scenes out of movies. The “For the love of everything holy, please get me out of here” scrinched face. The “I’m playing the flute out of the side of my face” look. And one of my favs, “The Leafs just won the Stanley Cup!” face.
I snapped a picture of him whilst doing this. He doesn’t want it shown, for an obvious reason. He looked unbelievably dorkish – like a cross-breed between a horse and a clown. So I promised I wouldn’t share them unless they were adequately blurred. Here is the result:
He just finished painting his bedroom and I decided to help decorate. How wonderful it would be to wake up every morning to a picture of you looking like a horse clown. A clowny horse. A clorse, of course! Thank you Wal-Mart for printing a poster-sized pic of my precious Michael. You should have seen his face when I opened the door to a life-sized pic of him on his beautiful green accent wall. Priceless, I tell you.
As to not mar this recently painted wall, he decided to move himself to his door:
Yup. Best $22 I have ever spent.
Today’s symptoms: I wasn’t able to sleep to well the last few nights. Last night was thankfully better so I felt decent today. I have been dealing with what seems like nerve pain in my legs lately. It’s getting kinda annoying. I’m hopeful it decides not to linger, because I don’t have time for that silliness. Other than the normal headaches, all seems good and stable. I’ll take that!
Lizzy McFly 