Gutted Brain

Kade broke my brain bowl.

But as you can see, I have fixed it! My $1.00 find from the D.I. has been spared. (perhaps much to Kade's chagrin, on account he made fun of me hard when I brought it home.) He assures me it was an accident.

While browsing the shelves--I saw it as a pretty pink porcelain floral bowl, the perfect dimensions for sitting on the back of the toilet. When I got home Kade picked it up and immediately thought "brain."

Even though everyone knows that's not the shape of a brain (unless you're this guy, I guess). 

But... now that's all I can see, too.