My floppy ears sat straight up last weekend when I heard the PUs sayin' we were gettin' down to crunch time ~ but just as quickly went back down again when I realized there were no foodables involved in this supposed "crunch time". They were talkin' about gettin' everythin' painted so that Mr. Floor Man could begin his part of the job. They quickly broke out their brushes and rollers and paint cans and rags and ladders and set to their intended task.
I, of course, supervised.
Why is it that any time you're workin' around wet paint,
it's nearly impossible to not get some on ya?
I gotta admit, the whole work thing really bores me.
|*Contrary to a rumor that Mom started, I did not - I REPEAT DID NOT|
try to eat any paint. See the absence of paint on my tongue?" I rest my case.
When bored, I tend to find things to entertain myself with. Like, for instance, the paint rag that Mom dangles from her back pocket. I really did her a favor, 'cuz I think she needed to get outta that fume-filled room.....
.....and I, my ownself needed a smoke break.
Bein's how today many of you are celebratin' Labor Day by havin' the day off, I'll belabor this point no longer and finish by sayin' that we are finally startin' to see a light at the end of the tunnel....
.... and hope to soon be showin' some before and after pics!
Have a safe and wonderful Labor Day!