Good Saturday morning Chickens! You will never believe where I am off to today. I have been commissioned (If you count a pound of flesh as an acceptable form of payment, and I do. Believe that.) to transform this:
In to something that is, well, not this. Can you believe that the owner of this hideousness is not a ninety-year-old Alzheimer’s patient? Me either (neither? You say potato etc.).
My client (Why does that word sound dirty when I say it?) seems a little skeptical because the only experience on my resume is blog reading, but I refuse to listen to any whining.
"Be a good boy and give Granny a kiss good bye, you will take my pretty shit and like it!"
I think Dom Décor may be a new trend. You heard it here first.