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.
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Oh, Missy, you better be careful or when you are off teaching Shakespeare or at MNO, he might, just might, get a hankering to spray paint that ice cream table and chair set!!! YIKES.
Have I seen some of your work on the bridge down by the highway?
lol you would make your own best character in a novel. If you can add a little bit of spice from observing the neighborhood around you, learning about them and letting yourself be yourself out there, then come back and report it to us. You are good at writing and I like where your going, this could be fun to read. I know I would be laughing if my wife was like that but I'm not sure I would like it, lol. Keep in touch and hope to see you around my blog sometime. Have a wonderful day.
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