oh, fuck

Mom continues to paint trees and, today, a rock. She's good with the color. Unfortunately, she has asked the dread question, "Is there anything in the house on how to draw? Like draw a chair? I want to paint a picture of the bench."

Can now hear little Mines of Moria echoes: doom, doom...

TV quote of the night: "I've been interrogated by the best, and I have the scars on my genitals to prove it."