Happy Splashes Of Colors

For Christmas, my god-daughter made us clay magnets.

I got the most cheerful rainbow in its correct hues of seven. Heh. Even if she had reversed the colors, it'd be fine! I'd love it all the same. I'm not one of them nazi art (strangely ironic) teachers who flunk students because they painted the sun green or colored the field orange.

The little girl remembered that the man has an inexplicable liking for all things cow, so she made him a cow head. He went into a fit of giggles upon seeing it and held it up to stare. "This is sooooo cute!" He said, in that voice reserved for talking about cute animals and Misery Bear. He's absolutely tickled by the head.

The man wanted to stick the magnets on the fridge. Except that we don't have a habit of sticking things on the fridge. So both magnets went onto the memo board where it would hold notes that read "Please empty the garbage since you're the one coming back home latest.", "Out with the girls. Might not be home tonight." or written by the man, "Off to the gym and won't be back till 1.30pm, or when you're awake, whichever that might occur first.", "HUNGRY. NEED TO EAT NOW. Can't wait for you to wake up. Will tapau a coffee for you." or you know...the sorts. We don't always use the phone for everything. Nowadays, most of the time, my phone is turned off. There's always Skype on other platforms. Hurhurhur.