PAINT
We are having a PAINTING PARTY at The Lemon. Yes, Rachel, John and I are priming the walls in the basement. With glorious, white primer. I believe at least half of it is on my person instead of the walls. I've run into them, knocked my head (cleverly covered in kerchief) but not too hard, and essentially dribbled the stuff everywhere. I think it's part of my constitution to not be able to keep paint/marker/ink off of myself. Thank goodness most of the kids at the elementary school prefer crayons, or else I'd be a human mural three days a week.
It is fun.
It is fun.