Come to think of it, my "after" pictures aren't really the greatest either:
I love how it came out - lime green in the light, olive green in the shadows. It needs touch up, or perhaps a third coat in places, and I'm procrastinating on that one. Because only the first coat of paint is really any fun.
This has been my week:
The transmission in my car is out. I'm pretty sure I could buy a rust bucket clunker car for the same price as fixing the transmission.'Cause when you're driving down the road just hoping the transmission doesn't fall right out on the pavement, speeding seems like a reasonable option. It's like that old joke - "Officer I'm only speeding because I'm trying to get home before I run out of gas."
My tooth needs a crown. That costs almost as much as the transmission, but insurance should pay half.
I got a speeding ticket that should cost about the same as the tooth.
"So your life is shit right now, huh?" asks my brother yesterday. "No," I answer, "I'm doing okay."
I'm doing okay, because I can take traffic school AGAIN to reduce the price of the speeding ticket, at least to an amount that mere mortals can expect to pay in one lifetime.
And I'm doing okay because I saw this bumper sticker the other day: And I thought, "He loves me!! That total stranger loves me! And all because I'm driving! And sober!" And so I think that means he's going to buy me a new transmission. And maybe a new tooth too.
But then I thought, "Well, that's only because he's never actually seen my driving. I'm pretty sure that taking snapshots of the car in front of you cancels out whatever advantage driving while sober offers." So he probably doesn't actually love me all that much. Or if he does, it's totally unrequited.
So that's about it from Camp Do Try This at Home. I'm just spending my time pouring money into my mouth or the car or the police department, waiting for my kids to get back from camp and for school to start back up.