Every year, around the time the leaves start turning and the air gets crisp, my birthday rolls around…and every year, when people ask what to get me, I’m inevitably at a loss.
I like to count my blessings. I’m happy, healthy, I have a good job and a roof over my head, and I don’t really want for very much. That doesn’t fly with family and friends, though, who have to get me a present, dammit, and why do I always have to be so difficult?!
It was a hit at the party. Everyone gushed about how much it captured one of my most memorable expressions, and Ken‘s, with just a few brush strokes. I can’t wait to put it up in my office. Thanks, Vanessa!