I found the frame in a weird antique kind of place and ruthlessly ripped the original painting of potted flowers and replaced with my own painting...
I always have a good time doing traditional paintings, I really should do more or them. This was done based on a sketch from my sketchbook - about how my brain feels waking up and then coffee comes to comfort me.
I hung it up in my kitchen. Cause I'm awesome.
Wait, this is my cat with his tongue out: