|Bed and "buds!"|
|The last picture I took before covering up her tree|
Everything was going smoothly until I got to the tree. I started to panic a little and felt something warm in my eyes and also felt my throat starting to get a knot in it. What the heck is this feeling? No way am I about to cry. I don't cry in situations like this. No one is dying, it's just a stupid tree made of paint.
|The start of the Sad Saturday paint day|
|Boring finished product.|
I'll order my Prozac now.