Love 'im or hate 'im. He's the little dude that can make it all happen for you. Or...he's a weasely grim reaper who keeps missing his mark. I'm kinda crushing on him lately.
I'm a stay at home mom who is also an artist. Or...I'm an artist who likes to step on random squeaky toys while I paint. You decide. (I shouldn't complain. It could be worse. It's those ROLLING toys that'll REALLY give you a fresh perspective. [usually from flat on your back!])