Two desperadoes rode into town on 350 horses with several compadres.  These were bad dudes.  Or dudettes as it were. 

Look at her fierce look.

Now look at this sweet and sort of dorky face.  Not a bad thought in her head.  Or was there?

Angry dudette.

 

Sweet, wouldn’t hurt a feather on your head face.

Then these two met and feathers flew.  It was a fight to the death.  Jail was the only answer.

A well built, can’t be broken out of jail.  Oh?   The two desperadoes had other ideas.

The two desperadoes escaped and hid in a nearby bush. A bush that is as tall as a tree.  Clear to the top.  With much straining, cackling and scratches(and that was just David), they were taken back to jail.

More work was done on the jail to make it escape proof.  Oh?

Up in the tree-bush again the next night.  Let’s play find the chicken.

Back to jail with more wood, more sticks, and bricks to keep the prisoners inside.  Finally, it worked, but the two desperadoes were not happy with it.  They continuously looked for an escape.

Meanwhile, happy dorky chicken remains free to fight another day.

“Who you lookin’ at?   I did nothing, I saw nothing.  I’m innocent.”  Ahem.

After contending with that, I decided to paint the floor of my shop porch.  We removed everything off the porch.

When I saw all this I told David it looked like a really good garage sale or auction find.  And it all belonged to me!

I got up really early on the hottest day of the summer so far and began to paint.

Then when it was painted and had dried, I had to put everything back, but in a better order.  I am happy with it.

A little something about painting.  David is a very slow, meticulous painter.  He does a really great job, but takes a long time.  I did this floor in about an hour.  When David paints his shirt looks like this afterward.

When I paint I am more of a fast, kind of sloppy painter.  My shirt looks like this after I paint.

I watch those remodeling shows where the perky, cute well dressed hostess paints a room in jewelry and white pants and doesn’t get a drop of paint on her.  How does she do it?    How does David do it?  I keep this shirt for all my painting so I won’t ruin all my clothes.  I also have a special pair of paint pants.  I can roll in the paint and I wouldn’t worry.   Sometimes it looks as if I did.  I also have to take a bath after I paint and get the paint off my hands, arms, face and out of my hair.  But even at that, I have painted every room of our house at least twice and some three or more times and they don’t look too bad for a messy painter because I don’t get any paint on anything but the walls and me.

I will leave you with a picture of a vintage tablecloth I purchased at an antique mall this past week.  I collect these and it is getting harder to find any I like, but this one really caught my eye and was a good price.

Here’s to desperado chickens and the fun they provide.  Bye.