Lavender blue, Lily Lily

I texted Ava today and asked her to come to my house and shoot me in the face.

Why? she asked.

Because we’re painting Sassy’s room and I want to die.

Here Roscoe’s pouting because he was thrown out of the room. Note the suspect lavender marks on his shoulder

It actually wasn’t that bad. I do tend to exaggerate. A little. Sometimes.

Amylynn “Hyperbole” Bright.

So now Sassy’s room is lavender. The whole room except the ceiling which she opted to leave blue with clouds that her grandmother and I did when she was a baby. The Bandit wanted to help, which I suspected was a really bad idea, but what’s a parent to do? We gave him a roller and threatened him. Epic parenting, right?

Actually, the biggest trouble was the animals. Winnie the Wonder Mutt liked to lick the walls. Roscoe preferred to rub his head against the wet paint. The worst of it was getting paint off the cat’s tail.

Stupid cat.