In a quirky twist of fate, I found myself compelled to go into town today and let the children wield paint rollers of their own. I overcame my fear of ladders (thanks for the continued loan, Crockers!) up to the third rung, at least, and got primer all the way up the wall... and, apparently, all over my feet as well. This then, is my tribute to the fabulous
Yarnstorm, who I'm betting does not have paint all over
her feet. When we got home there was a package on the porch. If this is a common item in your grocery, please do not tell me. We have looked everywhere for this little item, and finally, in a fit of stubbornness, I ordered some for my poor husband, who
adores this particular brand (and he's tried them all). Nothing, it seems, compares to this:
yep, just a little bit of love in a shaker-topped can... or, rather, a dozen shaker-topped cans. Had to order a case to make the shipping worthwhile. I picked him up some spuds at the grocery so he can fry and season to his heart's content. I grabbed this, too. Even though I can't drink it, I had to buy it... look,
Jaye...
Polka Dotted wine... have you ever? I think it's probably pretty tasty, too... judging from the
twist off cap. Heh, heh.
And, lastly, here is a view of a painted wall, with a few partially painted yarn 'barns' in the foreground. I'm still covered in primer, I cut myself on the mail (got the bum covers, Rese, thanks!) and the kids all need help scrubbing their shoes clean before bed. I'm brewing a pot of decaf breakfast blend (Starbuck's, of course. You know I'm a slave to it, right?) and then, when the kids are all tucked up in their beds, I'm plopping down and watching 'Rosemary&Thyme' season one. Netflix totally came through with a new copy that will actually
play instead of stutter and die. Oh, there's crullers from Krispy Kreme, too... I wish you all the best evening possible. Traci, you should come here. Visit your old pal. Did I mention Krispy Kreme? Hmmmm? I'd totally get you the hot ones... if you were
here instead of
there. Cami
In a quirky twist of fate, I found myself compelled to go into town today and let the children wield paint rollers of their own. I overcame my fear of ladders (thanks for the continued loan, Crockers!) up to the third rung, at least, and got primer all the way up the wall... and, apparently, all over my feet as well. This then, is my tribute to the fabulous Yarnstorm, who I'm betting does not have paint all over her feet. When we got home there was a package on the porch. If this is a common item in your grocery, please do not tell me. We have looked everywhere for this little item, and finally, in a fit of stubbornness, I ordered some for my poor husband, who adores this particular brand (and he's tried them all). Nothing, it seems, compares to this:
yep, just a little bit of love in a shaker-topped can... or, rather, a dozen shaker-topped cans. Had to order a case to make the shipping worthwhile. I picked him up some spuds at the grocery so he can fry and season to his heart's content. I grabbed this, too. Even though I can't drink it, I had to buy it... look, Jaye... Polka Dotted wine... have you ever? I think it's probably pretty tasty, too... judging from the twist off cap. Heh, heh.
And, lastly, here is a view of a painted wall, with a few partially painted yarn 'barns' in the foreground. I'm still covered in primer, I cut myself on the mail (got the bum covers, Rese, thanks!) and the kids all need help scrubbing their shoes clean before bed. I'm brewing a pot of decaf breakfast blend (Starbuck's, of course. You know I'm a slave to it, right?) and then, when the kids are all tucked up in their beds, I'm plopping down and watching 'Rosemary&Thyme' season one. Netflix totally came through with a new copy that will actually play instead of stutter and die. Oh, there's crullers from Krispy Kreme, too... I wish you all the best evening possible. Traci, you should come here. Visit your old pal. Did I mention Krispy Kreme? Hmmmm? I'd totally get you the hot ones... if you were here instead of there. Cami
