Saturday, July 20, 2013
Boy, Was My Face Red? No, But My Hands Are A Shade Of Metallic Gold
So, after typing a post implying that our Governor is a tool, I went out to the garage to paint some wood trim pieces we bought. The paint spreading implement (not a sign of Alzheimer's this time, I just don't want to dignify it by calling it a sponge) that I bought at True Value for ten cents didn't really spread the paint so much as heap it up. It looks really bad. But does that make me a poor workman? Maybe poor workmen blame their tools because they are poor. Maybe if I could have afforded their fancy pants $1 brushes it would have looked better.