I do not like clowns. At all. I'm not scared of them, I just think they're stupid, ugly and obnoxious. If you've ever been a clown, don't tell me.
For day 23, this is what Rob found on the dining room table when he got home:
He immediately knew it was my routine-breaker for the day. Whattaya think? Did I manage to totally swallow my hostility while creating this monstrosity? I really, truly tried to think nothing but happy thoughts while drawing it.