My Arms!
If I ever say I'm going to plaster a room again, especially a small room like a bathroom, stop me. Yesterday, I hit a raised spot on a wall causing the trowel to flip out of my hand, hit my pants (leaving a big blob of plaster) and then land on the floor in a pool of yellow plaster. Stupid wall! This morning I got plaster on my shoes and then on the carpet. The carpet needs replacing and it's on my list of things I should really take care of around the house, but I didn't want yellow plaster on it.
Because I could no longer be trusted to hold a trowel, we went to Koriente for lunch. They have really great food and tea. We had some yellow-olong (I can't get away from yellow). They always play good music, it's like listening to "Ear Candy" only there is no Jennifer talking. Today they played Ladytron among other good stuff.
Oh, yea, I ordered the lego stuff.
Because I could no longer be trusted to hold a trowel, we went to Koriente for lunch. They have really great food and tea. We had some yellow-olong (I can't get away from yellow). They always play good music, it's like listening to "Ear Candy" only there is no Jennifer talking. Today they played Ladytron among other good stuff.
Oh, yea, I ordered the lego stuff.