A wooden artist model used to reside on my closet shelf where he held bracelets until stuff was relocated while the closet was painted.
There he sat on the hall bath vanity for months as the project dragged on and on.
And one day, I noticed a change in posture.
Pretty sure my wisenheimer sister Rikki Tikki Tavi adjusted him to be funny but it was a reminder to me to get my finger outta my ass and get goin' on my much-too-long project.
Here's hoping YOU won't need a wooden digit in your backdoor to come back and check my progress.
New stuff tomorrow!
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No digits, please, or anything else, for that matter. I'll be back. Really.
Actually, I did NOT do that... it must have been one of the boys or your cat.
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