Last weekend we finally poured our kitchen countertops. They turned out good, except the color might be wrong. Supposed to be "wine", which hopefully looks good with our purple floors. But when we took them out of the molds on Wednesday, they looked "brick". So we'll see as they get drier.
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Wine, brick, blood. What's the difference? You say termater, I say Butters and Butters says, "Heck." As in, "How do you know you're not going to the other place, Cartman? You know . . . Heck?" At least you're not going to Heck in a handbasket. Or even in an Easter basket. Speaking of eggs, I'm working on an 8 1/2"-tall Humpty Dumpty sculpture. He needs a pair of jockey shorts and spectacles. Speaking of concrete counter tops, I think they look pretty cool in the pictures. Speaking of coincidences on I-5, waaaaaaaaaay coooooooool. Speaking of Aurora Borealis, we had a really great light show here last night. Speaking of pedophiles, how 'bout them Republicans? Speaking of Humboldt squid, oh, Heck! Half of my attention is focused on thinking good thoughts for Amber.
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