Ruff Stuff

Hey there quesolitos! Hope you had a wonderful Easter weekend. Things were wonderful here in Whitebread, USA; however, I will comment that since moving here to Indiana, there has been a 1 in 3 chance that a day will contain "Severe Weather." Honestly, a full thrid of the days spent here have been spent under tornado watches and massive hail warnings--thank God for garages.

Well, speaking of warnings, only this time in the warnings no one gave me category: Have you ever used Kilz primer? Well, if you have you know, and therefore, in my opinion, share the weight of the burden of responsibility to warn others that when it says "use in a well ventilated area" it means that if you attempt to open the can indoors no matter how many windows you have open, you will immediately get buzzed and soon will pass out. That stuff is noxious. It is rough--as a matter of fact, it is so rough that it merits the change in spelling...it is ruff. It is even so rough that it merits that changed spelling and the rhyming nominative...it is ruff stuff.

No really, we suffered through primering a room and after two days the smell almost cleared out, but for a couple of days Titus the hyper-anxious wondermutt was really sleepy (read: Stoned). He pulled through but may have developed a small huffing addiction, because now he likes to sit in the room that we are painting. Hmmm...

Well, we think it will be all put together by the time we host the Hogans. Can't wait!!!

God save the Cheese.