I have nothing to say so I'm posting this photo instead. I kind of like this one. For one, it's rife with symbolism. Check out the whole maternal love theme: mom smiling with love/triumph as she subdues her crazy little kid (you can tell he's evil by the red eye effect). Plus there's the scratched up arm of the sofa, indelible evidence of my failure to properly discipline the cat. The scriptures seemingly balanced atop my knee, with the little Spanish dictionary perched on top, a constant reminder that I have to study and pray otherwise I'll never learn Spanish before we get released back to the English ward. Yeah, stuff like that. And another thing: the carpet looks fairly clean.
Okay, I need an outside opinion: do I have dog elbows? Ben says I do. I guess because my forearms are freakishly hairy, we're talking Esau goat fur hairy, and my elbows are are these naked bony protrusions poking out from the fur. It makes me laugh to think about it because somebody else once told me I had bizarre elbows, too.