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Who's yo mama?

By gum, I tell ya. Wild hairs are rascally things when they involve power tools and sanding equipment. Redid the cabinets AT LAST this weekend and they look FABULOUS, thank you.

I feel like freakin' Lynnette Jennings of Christopher Lowell (minus the facial hair) or somebody. At last, no more dark wood veneer on ye olde kitchen cabinets, darlings. We now have sparkling white cabinets with fancy new knobbies. Even painted and lacquered up (spelling, anyone?) a lovely little floral motif on the light switch plates. Burgundy and pink pansies with emerald folliage.

Who's your painting mama, baby? Come on, who's your mama?

I think I may just start up a biz. SBD's Who's Yo Mama Painting Co. Maybe I'll get me some bitches. Oh, the power!

Speaking of getting new jobs, I was out applying online today. I may have to become a Shoe Repairer. Seriously, they can make up to 66K working for the feds! I tell you, I could sew me up some combat boots for 66K.

Un Freaking Believable.

Say this with me now... Shoe Repair, 66K.

7:09 pm - 09.22.02
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