Coloring pencils? Or esteem-piercing daggers? Could go either way, really.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, yet the picture of me that I’ve posted after the jump left me with just two.
Holy. Shit.
Because that’s how bad it is. I mean, seriously, it’s borderline demeaning. And what’s even worse? It was friendly fire in that my beautiful stepdaughter is the one who drew it. (I’ve blogged about it before in a post called Donuts with Dads.) But I’ve decided to turn that frown upside down by increasing the exposure of the embarrassing rendering.
