The 13 YR old has the “psychedelic” adult colouring book, which is all the rage now and adults colour like they used to enjoy doing as kids and they now find it relaxing, de-stressing, and therapeutic. Hers is a book of animals so naturally I asked her if there were any hippos in it and she lied and said there weren’t, and I was leafing thru it myself and I found some (surprise!) so I asked my hubby if he could scan the page for me so I could colour it and have it,too,and I will later stick up on my wall. (I don’t know how to use the laser printer plus he doesn’t let me use his stuff,anyway) and when the 13 and 15 YR olds overheard me they grabbed the book and quickly ran upstairs, no doubt probably going to hide it somewhere where I can’t find it, so I can’t scan it and have the picture, just to be mean, because they’re mean like that, and the 15 YR old even snarked, “I thought you’d just tear the page out!” and my hubby made some excuse as to why he can’t print it out as well…..
Yet just another example of how my family treats me, disregards me, doesn’t care at all for me, ever want to help me, be nice to me, do anything for me, or give two-shits about me, but at least I had the good idea of taking a photo of it with my iPod just in case, so at least I’ll still have that…..when I was a kid I used to love colouring and I did it all the time, and I could just sit there at the coffee table for hours and colour and every Christmas my aunt would always buy me colouring books and crayons!
I got it printed out….and I completed colouring it( and strained my eyes really bad doing it even though I did wear my reading glasses) using markers and here is the final result! I think it turned out pretty well and I call it “Hippie The Hippo.”