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.
~oink ~
purlingswine 
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??
po·ta·ble (pō’tə-bəl)
adj.
Fit to drink.
n.
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.