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My brother and sister who were born and grew up in the Moab, Utah area have great teeth. Nothing can penetrate them. Maybe the water was fluoridated during the era they were raised there? Victorville, California, on the other hand must have put tooth softeners in the water. If I even think about brushing my teeth in less than four minutes, I need a root canal. In other words I have a toothache. I'm dying.
I asked the ex if I could peruse the paint cans in the shed. What I really wanted was a dark, slightly metallic, blue that he had used once. What I found was kind of a sky blue. But once I get an itch to do something, it's hard to stop me. So I painted the support bars of the swing sky blue. Then I painted the rescued kindergarten bench. I went overboard and painted it's legs too. It still hadn't sunk in that sky blue has a different effect than dark metallic blue.
I asked H if I should paint the legs of the barbecue as well. "Sky blue?! That's disgusting! Mom! Don't! Stop now! You want to paint everything don't you? If it were yellow it would be okay, though." I looked at here as if she'd been possessed. "Yellow? Since when do you like yellow?" I was still perusing possible objects to paint while she talked to me, but she managed to head me off. The problem is, that once you've spent five long minutes of your life stirring the paint; and you know that cleaning the brush is going to be a bugger, you want to get as much use out of the paint and paint-filled brush as you can.
Now I should really try to put the screening on the the gate, so we can leave the door open at night and cool the house down.