Mom came over again and we painted some more. Still not finished. This is going to take a long, long time.
Here is the progress of her RUG that she is knitting. (Who knits a rug? I wouldn’t be able to bear someone putting their feet on something that took this much time, but whatever floats your boat.) I think it looks like Uncle Sam’s lower intestine, but I’m assured it will be rug-shaped.
She then made me this salad, which was very appetizing even though there were no tomatoes.
I’m mad today. Mad is better than sad. Sad sucks.
Angry is working for me today.





