When I was young, oh so very long ago, I would phone my mom and ask her to fix my pants, hem something etc and she would sigh say she was in the middle of something like cooking for a party but she would do it for me and I would go out that night with my brand new pants beautifully hemmed. I was very spoiled. Two days ago I got a call from my daughter if I could do this painting for her friend and could I do it by this weekend. I said no - I have a bad knee and I am a very busy person. I can't say no to my daughter either.
Here is Becky's dog painted in two days.
I blame it all on my mom.
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