Thursday, January 19, 2006

Life is fair



See? My very own Brat!

My very own Bjork (if you've heard her sing, you'd understand).

And my kitchen's their sketch pad. They say art is cheaper than therapy so they get free reign to paint, paste and muck away!

4 Comments:

Blogger HairyDonut said...

It's so strange - when he's happy, he looks like you. When he's pissed off, he looks like his dad. Who looks constipated, btw.

1:17 AM  
Blogger gremlin said...

geri-ology - no! we get them salon cut kay, dun pray pray. it's the style la, relax...

hairydo - you just never got over the bridesmaid thang girrrl. but I accept the compliment anyways :)

mammfattie - he was trying to look cool....you know, like fierce cool? like strong, silent, so fierce, so cool type? trust me, we left his "tail" untouched so....he felt cool coz I was cooing all over him ("aaaahhh, my brad, I mean, brat.....aaahhhh...")

8:05 PM  
Blogger hon said...

yeah... i love his smouldering good looks! btw, C has been talking about "gafref" for the longest time now. For some strange reason his name ALWAYS pops up in our conversations. I'm not even sure she remembers how he looks like!

8:25 AM  
Blogger gremlin said...

oooo...she's got the hots for him eh? oooo....how sweet. put her on your lap when you link up here la so she can view his pics and get her l'l heart a-fluttering!

9:10 PM  

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