Challenges



Challenges

I was working on this card feeling as if it was going nowhere. I kept thinking about how birds are always pooping on beautiful statues. (Kind of the same way they take target on your car.) And then it hit me. I feel like this sometimes. I am going along trying to beat to my own drum, do my thing and then my arm falls asleep, I fall off my shoes and that damn squawking bird is in my ear repeating over and over "Who do you think you are Mz. Fancypants?" That silly bird might as well poop on my head. So here is my question for the day:
How do you play your music when you have no arms and a bird is about to crap on your head?