--There is currently a pile of shoes under my desk.
Maybe four pair.
When I sit down to edit I inevitably kick my shoes off to get comfortable.
If I wasn't lazy I would just take my shoes off and walk them to my closet that's only one room away.
But I'm lazy.
And by doing it this way I not only know where my shoes are, but I also have a good idea of which shoes are my favorite because they're never in my closet.
Ah?
See?
I'm a smartie.
--If I wear a watch (which I rarely do) or bracelets, they have to be on my right wrist.
Even though I'm right-handed.
I can't explain it.
They get in the way when I try to write or type (because I'm using my right hand to do those things), but if it's on my left hand I feel lopsided.
I try it from time to time but it makes everything seem uneven so I switch it back to my right wrist and deal with the consequences of sloppy handwriting.
--I buy cheap trash bags.
I don't know the brand name because I throw away the packaging when I get them home but they're the cheapest large trash bags you can buy (I don't like trash bags that are too small for the can).
The funny thing is that my trash bags smell like something.
Something yummy.
I've noticed it for quite some time but kept it to myself.
(I don't want people thinking I'm weird.)
Yesterday I shoved one of the trash bags in question in Matt's face and said "what does this smell like"?
He said, "vanilla".
And then I took five minutes to explain to him that they did not smell like vanilla, but they smelled like something from when we were kids in school and I wanted him to tell me what it was that I thought it smelled like from school and he allowed me to finish my tirade and then blinked his eyes twice as if he were confused and then he walked back into his office.
(That was a run-on sentence.)
(I used it for effect.)
--I desperately need to re-paint my studio.
I don't want to paint my studio.
Will someone do it for me?
The color is Priester Studio Grey from Sherwin Williams.
Seriously.
Because I'm famous.
Not really.
I think the salesman was just being nice because he thought something was wrong me.
"Now there you go nice lady. Your very own can of all white and all black paint with no other colors in it, just like you wanted (patting me on the head). We even named it just for you so next time you come in here you won't even have to explain what you want. You can just ask for a gallon of Priester Studio. Do you think you can remember that?...Very good...now just try not to eat the paint. It's for putting on the walls."
Thank you Mr. Paint Man. I will try not to eat it. Even if it smells like vanilla.
B
You can see the rest of this session (without the crazy) here under "Foster Babies".
3 comments:
I know I bought a roll of trash bags once that were scented. I think it was supposed to be vanilla but they didn't do a good job at actually getting it to smell like vanilla.
I have trash bags that smell like vanilla :) I luv em!
I love the off the tops! They are the best. And these are some of the best pictures, ever! All of them great.
PS: I'll get FNL on that studio situation
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