I was in the middle of an oil painting when he stopped by. Another reason that it's a good day. To smell that paint, to swirl it around. Even though what I came up with does not make me happy. Roll my eyes at myself. Will it grow on me like my last painting did?
Stuart dumped the double layered chocolate cake upside down. It survived pretty well.
Ellie touched my easle that I put away and got all painty on her pretty nice yet dress. She cried while I washed her arm and wailed, "But I didn't touch the paint, it just d-appeared there"
After a meeting the other evening, where the children played so well in the basement, she (Ellie) said "When I put on my glasses (sunglasses) they all laughed at me. I did not like that! It hurt my feelings" so serious.
And Pandora. Pandora makes any Monday better.
