In the past ten minutes I have mentally composed at least three different blog posts. Here is a sample of some opening lines in the exact ordered they popped into my head:
- Don’t let the idyllic picture fool you. I am in a craptacular mood. I am covered in paint and sweat and have only finished two of the chairs so far – four to go.
- Blogging is theraputic, I was all set to post a big rant and realized it’s less of a bad mood and just exhaustion.
- They are all making me crazy and I am going to kill someone.
so you can see that I am not fit for human consumption today. Ann is not potable.
The chairs are beautiful. Best to paint them today, though, as tomorrow is going to be REALLY hot.
Fuck ’em. The chairs I mean.
I’m particularly fond of the third opening. I’ve been there myself.
They look great, though. And I got a peek into your colorful future at Cara’s…
Third one is definitely the best. I was there all last week…
I like the last one best. I really like le oink du jour!
I would have ended number 3 with a: please hold me statement :) I like the pig, he seems to have a cat’s face in my mind.
Had to look this up to see why Ann is not potable??
Fit to drink.
A beverage, especially an alcoholic beverage: wine and other potables.
**** Sounds like you need a drink!
The chairs look fantastic. I’m not potable today either. We should start a club.