The Human Doodle.
My brother used to call me God’s doodle. He said that God wasn’t really paying attention when He made me…I was just a doodle.
I used to pout and call for my mom when he said that.
Now, it’s a nickname. It represents the klutziness, the irreverence, and occasional wit that comes out of me. Mostly klutziness, though. I don’t mind being somewhat of a dork, as long as I’m still loved.
Welcome to my Blog.