We are the local Little Debbie Snack Cake distributors , so we see her face on all our product. So, I suppose it shouldn’t come as any surprise if she subconsciously shows up in my artwork, lol. Totally not intended but pretty cute, nonetheless.
Who: You! Kidz, ONLY! No parentz allowed! (You are very welcome to join the group, but no entering your own creations…at least not in this one, lol) Organizations and groups that serve children are very welcome to join the fun, too!
Schools, libraries, hospitals, nonprofits, charitable institutions, homeschooling groups and families, churches, etc., are welcome to participate!
When: Monday, Oct. 12 to Sunday, Oct. 31
Where: Sherry West Art Coloring & Crafts Facebook group
Why: For Fun!
What: Coloring and crafting contest for kids. FREE!
How: Join the group, Download this Sherry West Art image, Color this Sherry West image, Post it in the group, Enter to win a fun prize!
It even has a frame for you to hang on the frig! 😃
*This image and character are the sole property of Sherry West, Sherry West Art @ 2020. The Fishbowl. All rights reserved.
*This image is only for personal use related ONLY to the purpose for which it is being shared. It is NOT to be used to create other products, shared, sold or used in any other way, shape or form.
*Copyright – The Fishbowl, Sherry West, Sherry West Art @ 2020. All rights reserved.
The half-bath room is right in line with the back door. It has one sink and a toilet. Alex has to walk through there with Marla to Kevin’s office where the back door is to take Marla out for her daily potty breaks. (Our entire Flock of Flurrkins likes to park right on the concrete stoop, immediately in front of the back door, but that’s another highly entertaining story for another time.) I was just in that bathroom right in the middle of cleaning the toilet with some good-old-fashioned dish soap and bleach (my grandma’s tried-and-true recipe for cleaning everything), giving it a good scrubbing with all of the accompanying soapy bubbles going everywhere, when Alex and Marla noisily came back in the house through the back door and were in the office directly behind me ready to squeeze through the little bathroom and on into the rest of the house. Marla has a rather unfortunate bad habit…when she returns from her Great Adventure Outdoors, she’s quite thirsty. That white porcelain toilet bowl is right at her height and looks like the Perfect Refreshing Font of Thirst-Quenching Goodness for a hot dog. And Marla has frequently, noisily and messily availed herself of its permanent and open availability before we can catch her. (When certain short humans around here use it, they never remember to put the lid down. I’m not going to comment on whether they remember to flush or not.) I looked back over my shoulder, and Marla was bee-lining it for the watery bowl with a very interested look on her face. “Oh, no, you don’t, Marla!” I told her, planting myself firmly in her path with my soapy toilet brush held aloft like a scepter to reinforce the command in my Presence and tone (because I am the Queen of the Throne, dontcha know). Just in time, Alex realized what was about to happen and said she’d take Marla into the rest of the house through the laundry room. Pulling Marla behind her, while Marla determinedly pulled against her in the opposite direction toward the toilet, Alex redirected a very reluctant dog into the house via another, less disgusting route. I made a mental note to myself to remember to flush the toilet really well and put the lid down, just in case.