But that's okay, because my weekend in Georgia was wonderful. So wonderful that I don't want to be back home yet. I miss my family, I miss spring.
For those loyal readers who want pretty pictures, fear not, for I managed to get a little sketching in when I wasn't falling over myself to hold my baby niece. Behold Uncle Rick:
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Those raw, stray marks are the alphabet of my cousin's young daughter. A girl who believes that following 26, one turns 9:30 years old. Oh, and she hates the word "marriage." Why? because she hates all words, of course!
**Edited to add that, yes, I'm aware that I'm late with this week's post. I told you from the beginning that I'm not good at keeping up with these things! Still, I'll try to keep to my Tuesdays.
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