Here be Friday.
Working in the entryway and long hall and littlest coat closet.
Washing walls, spackling, sanding, priming.
Gettin’ down with the Green FrogTape.
Painting.
Rolling on a river of white.
True Confessions ~
This is my life for the next eleventy hundred years.
I won’t lie.
It’s nothing to talk about.
But here I am talking about it anyway.
I have to go climb a ladder now.
Chained to the paint.
Here be Friday.
Happy weekend, y’all.
You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…
I’ll be the one with a smudge of Benjamin Moore’s Simply White paint on her face.
Elen