And it's been done for over 2 weeks. Well, mostly.
Just sittin' there in my living room. Waitin' for some lazy A to get off their butt and make a frame for it ('cause where am I gonna get an 8 ft by 1 ft frame? I ask you?)
So I started cutting my 45's for the frame.
And then it sat some more.
I really wanted to get this done. Really. But there was this
and then there were these
OH and this. . .
along with one (or maybe more. . . ) of these
to distract me. Umkay?
So what was I talking about? I got distracted. . .
So um, this would be like the yellow line on the Metro. So if you go to Paris, you could use my subway art as a guide 'n stuff. 'Cept we switched 'em all around for visual purposes, so I guess you'd be like totally confused. And probably lost. And really, really mad.
So just use a real map, I guess.
Anywho, I had plans to hang it here.
That was before it changed to this.
But I can still hang it there, right? Just like over the molding? I guess?
Jeff said no. In fact, he didn't just say "no", there was this extremely mature interchange.
Jeff: "Um, you can't put it there."
Jeff (because broken-record works when talking to the slow-brained): "You can not put it there."
Jeff: "Um, 'cause it'll look ridiculous hanging inches off the wall to clear your molding."
Me (channeling my inner Lloyd Christmas): "Yeah? So? YEAH? SO?"
Jeff: "People will knock into it, and. . . " (that's where I stopped listening in a poor-sport rage).
And like the mature 30 year old I am, I said,
"You are a HUGE. .. party pooper!"
But right then, 10 feet away,
it was as if the heavens opened, light shone down, angels sang. ..
Yes. . . I see it. . . the perfect spot for the perfect size, sans the frame. . .
Phew. Marital crisis averted.
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