Dreaded Picture Spam
And away we go! I've spent so much of my life living in places where all walls must be white that I am having anxiety and guilt because I have painted a small wall not white, cream or beige with malice and deliberation. 2 coats so far and might need a third one tomorrow. And I only painted it not white the first 52 inches from the floor and because of the kitchen things involved, hardly any of it will show.
For this tiny amount of paint I'm having guilt? They totally brainwashed me. Every place I've ever lived, upon moving out and sometimes while living there, the walls had to be returned to the full, upright and white position.
This isn't paint, its trim! I got defiant and painted the end of the counter since it was bare particle board decorated with cooking grease. Defiant about what? Hmm, what do you got?
We have outdoor picture spam, too. This is River. She is up to 7 lbs. now. Since she has some Yorkie in her the vet wonders if she will turn silver like Yorkies do. I don't really want her to do that. I want her to look like a little Rottie. Well, I want her to look like a little Beagle, actually, but you know what I mean.
My computer is having a fit of hiccups here. Its not my fault.
No, we do not have any grass in the back of the house. That is the whole yard. We planted some grass and if we get lucky, we might get some. If not, maybe we can get it carpeted. Its L-shaped because of the garage, that funny little building being my garage. Those plastic bins are for compost.
