living with an artist, part 17

I’m watching TV. Mo has fallen asleep in her chair. I look up. There’s a dinosaur sitting on top of the TV with a thimble on its head.

Why? Because she’s an artist. This is what she does.

I thank the art gods for the millionth time for allowing me to be part of her life. And then I steal one of her Klondike bars while she’s sleeping.

Because I like ice cream.  This is what I do.

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