March 4, 2021 by sandwichcontrol
That I could be the psychic friend in your basement right now.
The word of the day is: Clusterfuck.
|“A Huge problem or situation.”|
That’s putting it mildly.
If only you could have seen and heard the batshit craziness that was happening in my house as I was taking this photo.
There was much gnashing of teeth and rending of garments caused by chores needing doing and people not wanting to do them.
And then much yelling and crying and slamming of doors and someone being sent to bed at 7pm.
And that someone wasn’t me.
My day was spent painting beehives and driving back and forth between four locations.
I also forgot to make a pot of coffee, so that sucked.
But the paint I got for the hives is really high quality.
So good, in fact, that it is resisting coming off my hands even though I’ve washed them a million times.
I didn’t need a pandemic to hit in order for me to obsessively wash my hands.
I haven’t taken acetone to my hands yet, but it’s probably only a matter of time if this paint keeps hanging on much longer.
It’s kind of appropriate that clusterfuck is our word of the day.
Because it’s Thursday.
And it’s gonna be a long one.
Here’s a little something to get you through the day…
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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