I'd been using my yella peanut around the house on my painting and revamping while Karen is with the new grandchild. The house is a work zone of course, drop cloths, tools, paint cans, rolls of tape, step ladder, all scattered around the rooms I'm redoing.
In the midst of all this choas, my yella peanut went AWOL on me. I looked around, not quite recalling where I'd set it down. That was a few days ago. Today, moving to yet another room, and sliding the furniture back where it belonged in the living room, I see a bright splotch of yellow on the oak medium stained hardwood floor.
My precious!
It's funny how we get attached to things. I did the Walter Houston jig there on the spot.
The peanut got a quick honing on the bottom of a coffee mug, and went back in my pocket.
In the midst of all this choas, my yella peanut went AWOL on me. I looked around, not quite recalling where I'd set it down. That was a few days ago. Today, moving to yet another room, and sliding the furniture back where it belonged in the living room, I see a bright splotch of yellow on the oak medium stained hardwood floor.
My precious!
It's funny how we get attached to things. I did the Walter Houston jig there on the spot.
The peanut got a quick honing on the bottom of a coffee mug, and went back in my pocket.
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