Phobias and Designer Jeans

Believe me; the two things in the title are remotely related; they're both things my Abuelita (Grandmother) got me thinking about last week, for one reason or another.

First; Designer Jeans. On fiday, I painted a Garage & fence for Abuel- in a peculiar kind of terracotta red paint. It was not mixed properly, though and the first coat of the fence turned out a vague purple hue...

Amyway; I was wearing my nice grey jeans. Knowing her house is all white, I didn't know it was going to be so much of an issue if pain was spilt. I even brought shorts with me. Sadly, I had to get stuck into it straight away.

So now; I have a pair of grey jeans with brown-red blotches & flecks of paint. I discussed this with my sis and we both agreed that this could be used to create some sort of custom paint scheme. My smallest sibling reccomended firing paintballs at it, but I don't think it was such a good idea. But rest assured; after sis does the HSC, I'll get stuck into them one way or another.


On the second part; Phobias....

It turns out that my Grandma has a peculiar fear of mice, of any sort. I though I saw some under her house while putting stuff away after the painting. I informed her of this - the look on her face was priceless. According to her words, she isn't afraid of anything, other than mice. I'm not suprised, either. She's that kind of person.

If people ever see this blog, i might put something in about the Semester Break. Until then....