Here's when I first realized that I sometimes take J too literally. One day months ago, J and I were leaving work to go to lunch.
me: What do you want for lunch?
J: I don't know...love, peace, and chicken grease.
me (totally perplexed): Ummm...? So, Ervin's? (Sadly no longer in business.)
J: Huh??
me: Uh, Ervin's Fried Chicken...you said chicken grease?
J: No babe, it's just a saying.
me: Oh. But Ervin's does sound good.
And now it's a thing.
me: What do you want to do tonight?
J: Love, peace, and chicken grease!
me: I'll be in the pink room.
me: What do you want to name our firstborn?
J: Love, peace, and chicken grease.
me: Nevermind.
(Just kidding, that never happened.)
Alex: Oh, and by the way. I did ask Dad what he wants for Father's Day.
me: Yeah? What'd he say?
Al: Love, p... love, peace, and chicken...chicken grease.
me: Arg.
So, hey. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. I got a good "What tha??" out of him. ; )
I hand-cut all the letters. The background looks like canvas, but it's paper. I really love how it turned out. It's even better than it was in my head.
Oh, and by the way, I painted an old 8x10 frame that I had. Here's the one-fourth before and after:
And here is love, peace, and chicken grease on the pink wall that J painted for the pink room that he frequents.
(The canvas on the left is a failed attempt, but I'm leaving it up until I redo it. "Just start" was purchased from Elise way back here.)
And now the ever-present problem of how to wrap up a blog post...
Kbye.
