More Treasures

Whilst conquoring the lower quadrant of my closet this evening I found more treasures.  Namely, my art box.  Going all the way back to the glory days of college (which, by the way, thanks a big fat lot BYU.  My bracket stinks now.) my roommates and I would have regular coloring nights.  Because I don't actually have much artistic talent I would copy famous works of art but as something funny.

For example, I take Monet's Wheatstacks

and turn it into Cream o' Wheatstacks

(My scanner is clearly not appreciating the depth of color I strive for in these.  I apologize to you and the entire Art Community.)

Or The Death of Marat

To Fifteen Minutes Before the Death of Marat

If you look closely there is a People magazine tucked in the rack next to the toilet.  And once again that darn Marat forgot to put the seat down.  Even a fake artist knows it's all about the details.

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In Pod News:  A new patient came in this morning and guess what his job is...HE'S AN OLD FAT VEGAS ELVIS IMPERSONATOR!!!  It completely made my day - because as you all know OFV Elvis is my favorite.  He looked just like him.  The hair was perfect and he was wearing aviator sunglasses while sitting inside our windowless office.  Had he been wearing a leather rhinestone studded jumpsuit I would have made him sing In the Ghetto with him, just so I could help out with the backup.

Nephew-palooza!

The Nephew Count has just doubled in the Knecht Fam. Check it out. I've been watching Ben this afternoon and have informed him that he's going to have to share the title of Blessed Nephew with Thomas. He basically just nodded his enormous head and babbled a bit. I'm pretty sure he's fine with still being the heir apparent for the family silver.

Before putting him down for his nap we were in my room and he was fascinated by my Elvis swivel hip clock (well, who wouldn't be). He kept pointing to it so I told him it was Elvis and then I kept repeating his name. "Elvis. Elvis." And then Ben said, "Eboo," which I'm taking as a sure sign that the indoctrination is working. Long live the king.