Know When to Walk Away

I finished priming the porch.

By the time I was done, I’d also primed a nice glob of the yard.

And an earthworm.  I felt bad about that.

And most of my hands.

And my favorite shorts, which I’d stupidly worn with an inflated ego, assuming I wouldn’t get anything on them–I only had a few pieces to paint, after all!

And so I came in.  Testy.  Ticked off.

And I made some spaghetti and reheated some only OK sauce I made this week (tomatoes with butter and an onion?  Weird.), but won’t throw out.

And wisely, I’m eating it at the table and not on our new couch.


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