One More...

This week we made ONE MORE run

to the lake.

It has been so amazingly warm

and while I chatted with two mommy friends

the kids ran on the playground 

and collected shells on the lake shore.

On the rainy days we've had,

in between the warm, sunny ones, 

I got out my paintbrush

for just ONE MORE paint project.

My middle name should be Painter.

It's my husband's biggest nightmare.

Coming home to a wife donned in paint attire

with a wicked paint brush in her hand.

He's says, "So , what were you doing today?"

When inwardly he's thinking,

"Oh gracious, is there still house left?"

I paint on a whim.

Fast and furious.

Cause if a paint project drags out,

I lose steam.

I'd like to think I'm the ' Little Engine That Could'

and just keep chugging at it.

But really,

I'm more like a rocket.

I'm only moving my painter hand 

when there is a fire in the burner.

 That's my scary painter face right there.

and my favorite pair of pants

forever ruined by the dropped quart of black paint.

I'm serious.  It happened.  A year or two ago.

In the old kitchen.

Which was a good thing,

Because really , you couldn't make that room

Look worse than it already did.

See why my husband's blood pressure goes up

when he sees me with a brush in hand?

So this week I picked up the brush

ONE MORE time.

and painted the Waye green walls of my room

Black.

Cause black is a color, and I really love it.

So, give me ONE MORE second

while I go fuel the rocket

for the second coat of paint.

JO