Iliana: I drew a picture of you. You are a little bit mad.
Who could be mad with a portrait like that? (I was, before the picture, irritated by the battle to clean the playroom)
Well... after all the agonizing about crafting my husband's facial hair, I come home to this:
I am, however, only a little bit mad.
***Please notice the mountain of dishes that he just washed. It was the only way he would pose.