I admit it. I'm responsible for drawing this groovy pastel portrait of my boyfriend. It hangs in the corner of the den area of our bedroom, behind the big boy's dark green reclining chair.

On tidy-up-the-nursery day, I ventured behind said behemouth for some generalized floor cleaning maintenence, and unexpectedly made eye contact with my artistic little self.

I liked the juxtaposition of Mr. Hairy Mug and my smooth skinned countenance. So I captured it for time immemorial.