John went to True Value Hardware bright and early this morning. He bought a high-tech, razor-sharp, ergonomic-handled paint scraper. And other helpful new things. He was getting ready to work OUTSIDE.
Hey, wait a minute. Last week I used some rusty tool invented in the Dark Ages from the back of the paint closet to do my side of the peeling garage.
Well, anyway--we worked hard together scraping and priming, so I thought we earned our dinner of fried chicken. Something I make only about every five years, for good reason. It hit the spot.
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