On Friday, while Linette was at home sick with her cold, she decided to paint the kitchen cupboards red. Freeda apparently got into the paint. During our walk that evening, I had to keep reassuring people that she wasnt covered in open stab wounds. (Its hard to describe, but she had several elongated triangular shapes across her body that looked as though they were made by some kind of sharp item, like a knife.) I wish Id gotten photos for Freeda. As it is though, I only have pictures of the kitchen.
I like the paint job. It makes our old kitchen a little more vibrant. The only things I dont care for so much are the flecks of paint Ive been finding in our pots and pans And I loved walking a blood-covered dog through the streets of Ypsi. That was the coolest part.
