Life Imitates Art

Or, the other way around depending on your view point. Keith and I always used to enjoy leisurely reading the Sunday paper over a big ole breakfast. I read the funnies and sales ads, and he everything else. I would make an effort to read the rest, but there's really no need since he stops every 3 minutes to read something out loud to me. Lately we've been skim-reading or waiting until Sunday nap time to get our Sunday paper fix. This past Sunday we did the latter, and, I couldn't help but chuckle when I opened the funnies and the first comic I saw pretty much summed up our new morning getting dressed routine.