A pretty, pretty picture.

While on the island of Antigua, we walked by an intriguing sign.  It said something to the effect of "ten and done", so we stopped, pondered on what it could be, and then moved on.  Within seconds we were approached by an overzealous islander who showed us this fabulous picture he'd drawn of himself and Samuel L. Jackson.  It was really impressive.  The thought crossed my mind that he surely didn't draw that, but I pushed it aside and trusted in humanity.  He promised us that he would draw our portraits for $10.00 each.  Should we do it? {NO!} Well, it sounds kind of fun, we've never done that, if it's really impressive that would be something cool to have.  Against our better judgement we said, "Sure, what the heck."  He led us to his little corner and we perched on the plastic chairs for fifteen minutes.

Onlookers walked by, smiled, gave thumbs up, laughed or just blatantly stared.  I started to get nervous and was feeling pretty foolish for falling for that one, but still held onto the hope that in fifteen short minutes and twenty dollars I would have an island masterpiece.

Then he turned this around for us to see:

We were less than pleased.  In fact, I felt a little ill and understood the laughs.

We smiled as convincingly as we could and handed over the money.

Then we got out of there as fast as we could. 

Mckay had a whole plethora of names he was calling the picture of himself.  They were choice, and not too far off the mark.  We brought the picture home, don't even ask me why, it's no masterpiece-that is for sure.  Later, while sitting on the beach and laughing/crying over our portrait Mckay said, "That money was worth the laugh alone."

You live and you learn, right?

Two other things.

1. Ice storm? Worst.  It was literally a storm that left 1/2in of ice over every surface.  Our cars turned to ice cubes and the world turned into an ice skating rink.  I was slipping and sliding and getting soaked and cursing this stinking weather.  Spring needs to come, and quickly.

2. The Bachelor? Yes, I confess, I am an avid watcher, again.   Brad Womack drives me insane.  He is such a wuss.  Maybe next season ABC can get someone who doesn't need his therapist on speed dial.  I can't take the constant reassuring he needs as to why he is there (That would be to fall in love.  You have to trust yourself).  Also, he needs to expand his vocabulary.  Although "please" is a very nice word, it has its place.  And that place isn't after every sentence that comes out of his mouth. Example? "Could you kiss me? ...pl-ease?" "Come here? ...please?" "Can I steal you away for a minute? ...please?". 

It's too much.

• Wake up and realize that Miss fakest-tan-I've-ever-seen Michelle is a snarky, spoiled biotch. (But don't kick her off, because most of the stuff that comes out of her moth makes me laugh.  "Next time we're together, you can talk".)
• Nice move ABC sending the sweet southern bell Emily (I vote for her) to the NASCAR racetrack!  So heartless...yet convenient.
• A shopping spree?  Really??  I guess running through a mall hand in hand is a good way to tell if a woman is wife material....
• Favorite part of this last episode was Brad's comment "I don't want any drama in my life.".  Uhm, note to Brad, going on The Bachelor twice would suggest otherwise.  Mmmmkay?