Marriage is bliss.
But sometimes you act like a horse’s behind, stubborn as a mule, a jack…well, you get the point.
My husband and I had one of those days a few weeks ago. We were tired, cranky, just plain obstinate. Sometimes it’s best to go to your separate corners for a bit.
In one corner, he typed away on his blog.
In the other corner, I drew a mule. Fitting form of venting, I thought.
It worked, too.
We both felt better, hugged and made up, and I now present to you one of my newest pastels, “Horace.”