A Break Down

Yes. The rumor that you’ve all been desperately trying to figure out is true..

I do sleep on my floor now.

I would like to just state that we can go ahead and use the term “sleep” like the loosest of loosely here though cause, um…

I don’t.

That’s a lie. I do.

But it usually involves..not sleeping, rolling over, sitting up, turning around, thinking too much, and in the morning..

Waking up…

looking….

like…..

this! 


Tada!! 

Are you terrified? Don’t worry, I was too. 

Let’s break it down together, shall we?


Red circle: Puffy black eye with weird spot in the middle. 

Why…? How…? I don’t know.  Someone tell me.

Purple oval: Out of control worm eyebrow. 

K fine, this might usually be the case.

Green circle: Scar. More prominent than most of the time. Because…

Blue Oval: Swollen jaw. 

Annnnd other than the outrageously messy hair which is actually completely normal, I think that about covers it. 

Aren’t you glad we had this discussion? Aren’t you happy that you know what I look like in the morning? Good. 

Love, 

I’m tired. 

One thought on “A Break Down”

  1. Mark Mann's avatar Mark Mann says:

    Since you’re talking about colors, here are the lyrics to an old Petra Song, called “The Coloring Song”.

    Red is the color of the blood that flowed
    Down the face of someone who loved us so
    He’s the perfect man, He’s the Lord’s own son
    He’s the lamb of God, He’s the only one
    That can give us life, that can make us grow
    That can make the love between us flow

    Blue is the color of a heart so cold
    That will not bend when the story’s told
    Of the love of God for a sinful race
    Of the blood that flowed down Jesus face
    That can give us life, that can make us grow
    That can keep our hearts from growing cold

    Gold is the color of the morning sun
    that shines so freely on everyone
    It’s the sun above that keeps us warm
    It’s the Son of Love that calms the storm
    That can give us life, that can make us grow
    That can turn our mornings into gold

    Brown is the color of the autumn leaves
    When the winter comes to the barren trees
    There is birth, there death, there is a plan
    And there’s just one God and there’s just one man
    That can give us life, that can make us grow
    That can make our sins as white as snow

    Sleep well Sugar…And know that God sings over you!

    Love,

    Dad

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