I admit it. I doodle.
I’ve hidden it for a long time. When I was a kid, I’d spend hours in the bathroom…doodling. My mom knew what I was doing, but she was embarrassed to confront me about it.
One night, she caught me doodling in front of the television, when I thought I was alone in the house. Red handed. I was using crayon.
I tried to explain that almost every boy goes through a doodling stage at one time or another. Still she was furious. I told her that I had heard that even priests doodle sometimes. It didn’t sway her.
I’ve since heard that doodling is healthy. That almost everyone…including women…doodle. Now, I usually doodle by my telephone, while I am talking to people who are wasting my time. If they only knew what was going on at the other end of the telephone.
I used to doodle with pencils and paper, but as time has passed, I have become more selective about my doodling. It now includes my iPad. Cyberdoodling is the doodling of the future: Clear lines, breathtaking colors, and none of the mess when you’re done.
My latest doodle, found by my staff when I carelessly got up from my desk to get a cool libation, has now been posted everywhere. But I am here to tell you that my latest doodling frenzy, Party Animals, out to be trademarked. I may be a true doodling genius. Only history will be able to account for my acumen in years to come.
This is Dolly. She’s a cougar. Well, like a human is a cougar. She’s supposed to be a dolphin. Lives at the beaches, likes her men the same way she likes her oceans: Shallow, but pretty. The thing is, she’s pretty one-dimensional.
Yep, I need to get a life.
- Barry