Remind you of anything?
How about a freshly dug and covered grave?
I left it alone for the night, because I do, after all have a family to take care of. But ya know, it just bothered me all night long. I kept telling my man that it just looked terrible and I couldn't get the "grave" out of my head. By the time I went to bed, it was decided in my mind that I would redo it it come morning.
All my thoughts were reaffirmed in the morning when my eldest, sweet, dear daughter asks me first thing, "Mom, how does the grave look today?" I know the dear thing was trying to be nice and that a three year old really has no idea what a grave is, but I knew I had to do something. Her and I worked most of the afternoon in between snack breaks, lunch, and her sissa's nap to get the thing "fixed". What we ended up doing was this:
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