Yesterday I engaged in one of my favorite activies, which is waiting until my husband leaves for work and then finding random items around the house to spray paint. If he's not here, he can't say, "WAIT just a minute! You can't spray paint that! Put it back! NO!" As it turns out, he's sometimes right, but if he's safely off at work, I can usually clean up the mess or otherwise rectify the damage before he gets home.
Sometimes he wishes I could be content to watch game shows and soap operas on television. He feels that would keep me out of trouble, and argues very convincingly that the paint fumes probably do as much damage to my brain cells as too much TV would.
MIA for YEARS...but I have thoughts seeking a place outside my head - Yeah, it's been years, and do people even *really* blog any more? I don't expect anyone to read this other than myself. Still, if YOU are here reading this,...
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