Charleston, S.C.
Two things, one - I clearly spend way too much time on pranks. Two, I have very patient family and friends. Three, being mature sucks.
A couple of years ago I painted a quilt on my ratty old garage doors. They couldn't look worse so I used up every old dribble of paint I had and turned it into a bed mural. I thought it would be terrible funny to joke about everyone I'd had in my bed. Harhar. Recently, thinking that I would eventually sell my house, I decided to do the grown up thing and paint it. Grey. Sad, eh? How incredible boring is that?
A couple of my victims were: my daughter and her sweetie, nephew Caleb, sister Shirley and niece Teresa, nephew Jesse, brother Roger and his wife Kathy.
Everyone has to grow up sometime, Joan! Especially if they want to sell their house! ;-)
ReplyDeleteI do like the quilt painting better, though. I don't know what that says about me.
Wanta come out and play?
Now that just makes me sad. I would've bought your house just for the mural!
ReplyDeleteJacob - I do!
ReplyDeletePat - Heheh. Do you have a garage you need me to paint?
I think some people would prefer the art as a buyer...I know I would...
ReplyDeleteI liked the mural...better than the gray...but that's my opinion...
That was too great! You have to repaint it now - but how to top that?
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