Day of work

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.