Sunday.

Wide eyed

Now, if this were REALLY a representative Sunday picture it would be of the urgent care waiting room I sat in for two hours this morning, or maybe a sort of still life of used tissues and my complementary prescriptions for amoxicillin and diflucan. Better yet, of the honest to god dreadlock that seems to be forming in the back of my hair. But I thought you would prefer a baby.

In case anyone needs me, I’ll be in the kitchen, sticking the kettle spout up my nostril. I’m waterboarding myself with a salt-water-filled teapot on doctor’s orders. And no, you can’t have a photo of THAT.