In one way it's harder to paint a small space than a big one: You have to stay out of your own way. Yesterday, I didn't. I managed to spill a quart of peptobismal pink paint all over the floor of the closet, with the result that more things got painted than I had intended. Pink. Got some of the floor painted post disaster, but for my next act, I will paint myself out of the bathroom and indeed the entire house. . .
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I won't tell you what you can name the Goose now, I'll let you guess.
Ha!
I find this interesting that the only few days you were alone you post I just want to be alone. You were alone. Now you have a small space full of five. Do you really want to be alone? Actions speak so much louder than words.
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