The One Show opening reception is tomorrow night at Elder Street Gallery.
Sadly, I didn't paint yesterday because I was trying to figure out what to wear tomorrow night.
There is one dress that will work only if I do not sit down all evening because it's a bit short.
We live in an old house--not vintage, not antique, not shabby chic, just old. There are holes, ie., entry points for all kinds of critters into this old house. Mostly this is just a nuisance: sugar ants, fruit flies, an occasional cricket, slug, or roly poly.....but this morning there was a major nasty critter incident.
I was home alone at the time.
My throat is sore from screaming.
As cute as Disney and Pixar draw these critters, there is nothing *cute* about seeing one in a home environment.
Skipper was useless as a protector.