Remember a couple of months ago? When I went to Blissdom?
Yeah, me neither, really. My memory clearly isn’t what it used to be, because apparently I totally forgot to tell you about the coolest thing I got while I was there: an original painting of my son, from the lovely Michele.
(I didn’t actually forget. I wanted to wait until it was framed. But then I forgot it at the framers. And then the framers lost the paperwork and forgot to call me, so…yeah. Aren’t you glad I’m a ‘details’ person?)
(It’s sitting on a chair, as the location of its permanent home is pending. Because I haven’t had much time to decide on that, you know.)
Isn’t it gorgeous? I was so thrilled when she gave it to me that I actually cried. And then I had to kill everyone before they told anybody, but I guess I’m losing my killer instinct as well as my memory, because I let Michele live.
She can even still paint. I bet if you crossed her palm with gold she’d paint one for you too.