Like art class, only bigger
Talk about a refresher course in grade school this past weekend! There was chemistry, art, politics, history, home economics...
I'll let Steve fill you in on all the technical details because he likes that sort of thing. I like to paint and drink coffee. Can I just tell you, only in Washington State would you drive out to the mad boonies of desolate Raymond, and find the *best* espresso at some little shack on the side of the road. I don't even think this town has a school, but it's got one killer coffee shop. Oh and the girls' softball team was holding a fundraising car wash, so my car, Verna, got all nice and polished. This was to make me feel better after having the windshield smashed by a rock on the highway en route.
But none of this really has anything to do with the fact that after a weekend under the hull with paintbrushes, I need a new pair of jeans and Steve had to shave his head. Sunday was kind of like art class, but bigger. And without smocks.
Boy, did we paint.