If anyone reading this ever sees me even remotely mention the terms chevron, chevy, or ron, I personally give you permission to slap me thrice upside the head with a Mr. T ring collection.
It all started like any other saturday. The sun beaming through my window allowed me to wallow under the covers without the usual demanding routine of a workday. Ahh...love Saturdays! Then it was off to the store to purchase supplies for a small (ha) painting project. We were all excited, until the work began. After the easy part of painting the base color, I consulted Pinterest to get the details for laying out the chevron pattern. Dang you Pinterest! Ok, so, it looks easy enough...lets begin.
Ahhh....where did the easy go? Why would those tutorial toots lie? Is this a practical joke? Why, why did I insist on trying something that involved thinking? And thinking on a Saturday? Nobody wants to think on a Saturday!
Oh and not just run of the mill thinking but mathematical thinking!! Noooo! Now some would consider me a borderline genius (lol) but I exponentially loathe math, and all math related concepts. I kept praying for a pencil pushing superhero, complete with a pocket protector and straight edge to come and save the day. Guess there was some big budget disaster that needed solving first. I understand.
I sit here now, blowing off this steam, knowing that the project is only a third of the way complete. I can't muster up the gumption to go in and stare at that pitiful display of painters tape. I need Susan Powter to show up with her bag of mojo.
I'm gonna finish it. It will not beat me. I know where the matches are!
My biggest hope is that I don't wake up in a cold sweat, dreaming of a one-eyed, monocal wearing, monster of a man who's tied me up with blue painters tape while he water boards me with teal, flat, latex paint. Ahhhhhh....................
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