I was seriously thinking of making KittyKitty a done deal – like, no more. Ya, the bastards got me down – of course I’m referring to the comment trash. But then I saw that there were actually 2 real comments in the last post. Will wonders never cease?? So I guess it is possible for friends to comment. hmm.
I can’t tell if I can rename the comments, because so many other parts of the template refer to the “comments” that if I renamed them, wouldn’t I have to change any other reference to “comments?” Hell if I know.
Hey, besides that, did I tell you recently that life is good? It is. Rain and all. Today my tunes of choice is Jimi. Reminds me of when I listened to the album new… we lived in the country-ish. Sort of a suburb of Milwaukee, but not really. Now a person can’t get a home in the area under… well, let’s just say it’s a super trendy and expensive town. It’s on a little lake – the same lake that I used to fish off of our pier with my grampa, and when I helped clean the fish we caught, I liked to pop the eyeball lens out of the fish’s eye. It was like a mini crystal ball. Cool, huh?
Anyway, my grandparents were making the little cottage intoÂ their retirement home, and we lived there until grampa retired in a year. My room was upstairs, and there was just drywall up. Well, I had a slumber party and we decided to paint the walls, since they would be covered up eventually anyway. Wooowee! Psychedelic man. Poster paints, all over – just crazy, groovy, early 70’s “art” galore. Unfortunately, when they tried to paint over all of that graffiti, it was NOT an easy task – that poster paint was super absorbed into the dry wall. Whoopsie. In fact, once it was painted over, I could still make out a lot of the old stuff if I looked hard enough. Fun.
It was all Jimi’s fault.
And the wind cries Mary….