Painted the bedroom last night. Well, gave it one coat. Tonight will be coat two. By the looks of it, Thursday might be coat three.
That's what happens when you paint child-poo brown over eye-burning white.
Not to worry, though, fellow Muskoka writer-chicks.
I will be coming to my inaugural meeting of the Muskoka writer-chicks. Can hardly wait.
Am nervous, though.
Not sure I'll bring anything tonight. Just want to scope you out. See how hot and heavy the criticism gets. See how Paula's tea is. See if there's any biscuits. See if there's any good gossip.
Who's kidding who... women? writers? Gossip is a given.
And who's kidding who... me? writer? poser? We'll see.
My master plan is thus: I will start painting coat two of child-poo brown before meeting, then dash off, leaving the other human in this household to finish the job.
Then I will flatter him.