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.
5 comments:
Everyone has to grow up sometime, Joan! Especially if they want to sell their house! ;-)
I 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!
Jacob - I do!
Pat - 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...
I 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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