I feel like I was rundown by a semi-truck carrying gallons of ready mixed paint colors.
I look like a frizzy headed Easter chick whose painted eggs got cracked all over my fluff.
I smell like…
On second thought, use your imagination.
It’s been a life packed few days on the fringe and just so you know, I’ve been eating my share of the bananas. One banana must be good for about seventy-five M&M’s. Wouldn’t you think?
Although I really didn’t intend to jump right into a food conversation, it seems chocolate is on my brain and I have a huge confession. All of my healthy life choices got the kibosh tonight. I ate a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia for dinner.
There is no excuse.
Understand I chose the Yogurt Cherry Garcia which had half the calories and only a small fraction of the fat, so I feel slightly justified in my decision.
Yes, mom, I fed the kids real food for dinner.
Did you hear about the proposed tax on soda and other beverages containing sugar? It’s the governments way of strong-arming us into making good food choices. I think they should just tax fruit and veggies, push us all into an early demise, and then euthanize us young. It will save scads of money on health care.
No I did not drink soda with my ice-cream frozen yogurt.
I can’t speak anymore about taxes. I have serious issues with both our government and the IRS. The IRS owes us money; however, we were notified that our tax return would be delayed due to the new health care laws. WHAT?
Don’t they realize I need that money to buy Diet Coke?
Do you think sugar substitutes will be taxed as heavily as sugar?
Folks the questions never end.
On to brighter topics…
I’ve been painting and I am in love. Watch out FringeMan, because Benjamin has Moore to offer…like aqua blue high gloss and regal red. I can’t tell you anymore, because I am not done; however, I assure you it will be magnificent. You’ll be so surprised, overwhelmed, and possibly nauseated. I can’t wait to take pictures, but today was not that day. There’s a ladder in the middle of my living room, a hole in the wall, and half painted stuff everywhere. The dog is camouflage, but will only blend in with a band of gypsies.
FringeMan stole the show, possibly even from Benjamin Moore, when he brought home not one, but three fabulous old light fixtures. He rewired an old farmhouse and replaced all the lighting fixtures. Usually these fixtures go to the garbage, but I nearly died when he told me that he’s thrown out hundreds of the lights I love. He now knows that all old lights must come home for inspection before going to junk heaven. I am pleased to say that I have new lights for my living room, hallway (which is currently half done), and my daughter’s room.
Th-th-tha-tha-that’s all folks!
As long as the rain holds off, I’ll be painting the town red tomorrow or aqua…depends.