so virgin jack in iraq was some sort of an artist...although that is only going on his instant message word...i never actually saw proof of this phenom. but i believe him. anywhoo...he inspired this whirlwind of paint drawings between gator and me.

the best of which came out yesterday because we didn't have access to photoshop and i needed her to know who owned rob's heart. this is the result:



Not exactly 'good' but it was paint. If you've ever used paint you know how painful it is to use for the unskilled. If you've never used paint, please stop and do so now. Nothing will make you feel more like a you have an incapacity. Except playing the guitar and the piano with both hands.

If I look a little pale and dazed it was because of rob's presence and not alcohol.

Here are a couple of other master pieces we've had over the last 12 months thanks to Jack's virgin soul. Bless his heart.



This one is called 'Sunshine and Daisies Biatch':




my personal favorite - Kill Me Now:



Then there was - Death by Happy Bears:



And the one time we wanted to go see honeybrowne in galveston:



Under The Sea:



And the really bright colors one:



And My Personal Theme Paint Masterpiece...nobody can make you feel more like a 'ho than my 'Gator - even when doing a good thing:




See what I mean about feeling like you have an incapacity? For realz tho. I can't find the masterpiece I sent to Jackson Hole (Jack in Iraq) one drunken email night. Kidding. It was daylight and I was at work crying from laughter over the elementary brilliance of my work of art. he was less than impressed. Gator and I thought it probably rocked his socks off and he was just shy about it because it was so great.

Here's a pic of those at the xmas party that rocked the dance floor despite stares and comments about drinking limits. Just because our faces are red does not mean we are drunk. It was where some baseball players are known to stay...so I had to keep a clear head in case some minor leaguer needed directions...or something.