It is a mixed blessing being married to a designer.
Sean booed my cartoon drunks. (see entry below)
I protested saying that I had to:
A) Protect the innocent
B) Respect the laws of stock photo agencies (Like I didn’t “borrow” the meatball and moustachioed dude pic.)
C) Get something up there.
He shrugged and said,”I just didn’t like it. It wasn’t as good as your other stuff.”
That kills me. I may have done “c” work in high school, but it is not what I want to do now. I certainly don’t want to serve it to you fine folks reading this blog. I had a picture I could have used, but the person wasn’t technically drunk, it was taken on New Year’s Eve four years ago and I didn’t have his permission. So please excuse the cartoon drunks. As penance I present to you a slightly tipsy Amanda circa 2002.
One eagle eyed reader may recognize her dark, curly locks alongside my face and realize that the photo I would have used had it not been so old and unauthorized was that of her punctuality and gravity challenged husband, beloved by all who meet him.