And in a blinding flash I just realized what that stain on my J. Crew hoodie is that I noticed this morning. I remember going to a paint store to buy stain for my sun deck. I remember scolding a small child for picking at some old paint that had spilt down the side of the counter. I remember picking up the same small child who decided his father's words were merely advice and not a command from on high.
What are the chances of getting 3 week old yellow paint out of faux sheepskin?
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Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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