So, this is what I looked like this weekend.
Poorly Drawn Face
It came about because I had agreed to do face painting for an event at Yohannes’s office. The day before this event, Yohannes said, “Hey, do you want to be a clown, too?”
This is not quite as bizarre a question as it might first seem. You see, of the many things I have gotten from my mother (like taste for cilantro, and my aversion to leaving the house) dressing up as a clown in one of them. But I didn’t have time to drive all the way to her house to pick up the clothes and makeup, so I decided to just buy a cheap costume the morning of the event. Read More →
