Happy El Greco Eve!
I'm not going to lie, I'm a little nervous. What if he gets up there and bombs? It's 50/50 with him. Mr. Yoy has ice cold nerves when it comes to presenting in front of people. I, on the other hand, need about two bottles of Chardy before my stellar presentation skills finally emerge. We will see which gene pool runs deeper around 9 AM.
In the meantime, I've been doing some last minute artist costume prep. I never thought I'd be THAT mom. 1) I'm lazy as hell. 2) All my creativity is directed towards my writing.
This is what I'm working with:
For a brief moment, I thought about putting a baldy cap on Big E. But I didn't want him to get his butt beat at the bus stop.
Instead, I took a sip from the devil's cup. PINTEREST.
I just finished up my Elizabethan collar made of coffee filters, some string, and a hand-crippling hole punch.
Wish us (mostly me) luck!