It’s not pink
I had one goal today: paint the Sparkette’s room.
It seems the universe was conspiring to make the event an obstacle course.
I thought the job would be at least half done by noon, if not nearly finished. Instead, I was finishing the walls around 10:00pm this evening. The trim will have to wait until tomorrow. I don’t have the energy to even tell you why it took so long. It just did.
In the middle of the afternoon it began to thunder outside while I was painting.
Jake the Jerk-Faced Dog does not like thunder.
Jake the Jerk-Faced Dog wants to sit on my foot when he hears thunder, or any sort of loud booming, for that matter.
Jake the Jerk-Faced Dog came running to join me when it started to rumble.
And that, Sparky Nation, is how I came to have a pretty peach dog.