i could name “lumpy” and no one would have to ask why. all they would have to do is look at it. then they would turn their heads sideways and ask, “oh. did you mean to make it that way? is it supposed to have those bumps all over it? is that the new look?” to see lumpy, click here.
so here i was with a lumpy table and mashed potato paint. i was not happy. so what’s a girl to do? i could have easily obsessed over the table and had a miserable day, or i could choose to have a good day. i chose to have a good day, 