Tuesday, August 21, 2007

On the Garage Floor

Buried underneath all the crap of our lives which previously lived in the garage and now lives in a POD I found that *something* spilled. At first I thought it was glue, because everything the brown ooze touched was impenetrably stuck to other things that also touched the brown glop. After digging a little deeper and getting everything else out of the picture, I figured out that it was paint. A paint can had tipped over and gluggled out onto the garage floor. Except the strange thing was that I *never* found the empty paint can. So this spill may as well have come out of nowhere. Weird. But the color and texture of the dried paint was pretty cool.







Those cassette tapes were stuck in the upright position. Had to break them into little pieces to pry them off the floor.

And then Ellis made me take a picture of her:

She was having trouble prying her shirt off her head. Typical. Brain the size of a planet, but she can’t get her shirt off without adult supervision.

Jon scribbled this mess on 08/21/07 at 12:07 AM, best we can tell it fits in the category of Photos Regular Post. This many folks had something to say about that, The permanent home of this entry is here: Link

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