This weekend, after finishing my last paper of the semester, my wife and I drank a bottle of wine and painted a few canvases. Below is my sophomore effort, and the first painting I've done since my senior year in college.
A question while I take a break for writing myriad final papers: Would you rather have people consistently underestimate you or overestimate you?
I'm going out and getting a mongoose right now. It's a miracle I've survived the Africanized honey bees this long, and I'll be damned if I'm not prepared for the latest threat.
Today's question: Would you rather swap bodies with someone of another gender or another ethnicity?
