A tired talentless artist....in my head.

If I look particularly tired lately...there is a good reason for it.  It isn't because I am pushing 40...and it has nothing to do with a divorce.. moving and furniture refurbishing...a child graduating soon and leaving home I love her very much... or the fact that my momma is moving to another town....and I am used to seeing her anytime I want and I like her close by momma's girl stomping foot.  All of that sucks...really sucks.  I would say sucks balls...cuz that is one of my favorite ways to express how bad I think something sucks...but was told by my boss yesterday that it isn't appropriate.

Do you remember this face...

cute ...right?..

Well the little effer fucker is one of my favorite words lately...it goes well with sucks balls is a bed hog.  A big fat bed hog.  I have a huge bed...a big king size bed.  You would think that would be plenty of room for me and my furry friend.  No.  He insists on sleeping on the same sliver of bed I sleep on. 

I had intended on publishing a blog of pictures to show you the various positions that we move around in throughout the night.  I thought that would be very artsy...just pictures with brief explanations.  I had it all planned out in my head...because I feel like I need to share this accurately for even a little bit of sympathy.  I am an artist...I draw murals on my walls and draw fancy birthday cards...or plan to anyway...in my head.  OK..I am an artist in my head.  I started to draw the various cat/human sleeping positions that I experience nightly...and apparently... I am a talentless artist....unless you like stick figures and other figures that are supposed to look like cats.  So I am forced to fact that I am only an artist in a wine drinking art class....

A tired talentless artist....in my head.