Wednesday, December 3

Sugar free squiggles


So. I am about to tell you a gross story. Well, it's not really gross-it's just something that most people would not talk about in polite company. That's why I am going to tell you. First let me tell you about this little picture here. I had stretched this canvas a while back for my son to paint on, and after he showed no interest it sat around for a while until one day, last year, when I threw some black and white paint on it and spread it around. I also laid some paper towels on in for texture. I wouldn't exactly say it was successful, but I wasn't really done. It's just been in the basement for a while, and I've been watching some shows about getting your house ready for sale-we're putting ours back on the market-and I am trying to completely unclutter it and fix any eyesore areas. This story is becoming too long and you will loose interest before I get to the gross story, so, to cut to the end, I needed something kinda like art for an area and so I dug this out, took a wide sharpie and drew squiggles. While I wouldn't exactly call it high art, it does look kinda cool on the wall. I had to take it down temporarily because I am painting the wall behind it the grey that you can see.

So. You might want to stop reading now. If you have any warm fuzzy feelings about me this will surely ruin them. I ran out of paint and so had to go to the store and get more. Earlier in the day I had gone to the store and bought some candy. I can't really eat sugar-it bothers my stomach really badly-I burp puke/bile, whatever you want to call it. Throw in a beer on that and it's like I have fire in my belly. So, once in a great while I buy some sugarfree candy. I know I should only eat two or three of them, because, like it says on the package: overconsumption can have a laxative effect. I ate the whole package. That is about twelve pieces. I know. I have no self control, that is another story altogether. No one was at the paint department and so I went to jewlrey and had them page someone. Three pages later someone finally arrives. By the time she mixed the paint, found a pen that worked, got her little q-tip out to do her test smudge, and pulled the blowdryer out to dry the paint to check for color corectness I was a little worried. I was standing there all cool and collected on the outside, acting like I could wait all night for the paint to dry. To say I wanted to leave quickly would be putting it gently. Suffice it to say all is well, but please take my advice and do not ever eat twelve pieces of sugar free candy. Ever.

9 comments:

kriips said...

hei, that's not all that gross. story of life.
Feeling better now?;)

Ron said...

Thanks for sharing.
:-)

Judy Shreve said...

Too funny!

Linda Starr said...

are those squiggles on clay, if so I really like them, if not they would be a good thing, I was reluctant to read twice due to your admonitions. I got some of those kashi oatmeal/chocolate chip cookies to get me through today, tomorrow I may suffer the consequences, but may not put the two together thx,

cookingwithgas said...

somedays you need to be human-
too funny-
lesson learned!

T.Gray said...

NO SHIT...REALLY?

www.jeffmartinceramics.blogspot.com said...

never eat cheap thai food in the texas panhandle...never.

cookingwithgas said...

back to the sharpies- I read about a guy who did his whole basement in sharpies- It was pretty cool but I don't think cost effective.

Joy Tanner said...

of course when you start out a post like that all you can do is keep reading...