I futz around with all sorts of things -- writing, woodworking, decoupage, mosaics, decorating -- but the artform where I seem to be nearing perfection is none other than ... procrastination.
I've learned to pull so much stuff out of my ass. I still need to pack for the beach, take the pup for a walk, get a cup of coffee and take the pup over to his dog-sitter's -- all within the next hour (so I can get my hair done before leaving town) -- but I am *instead* writing on my blog. And contemplating a new decoupage project I've got under way.
Oh, and I need to make my bed.
This is so pathetic.
I don't suppose they have a National Gallery of Procrastination, do they? Because I am *in* there, man.
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A Gallery of Procrastination -- that's a great idea.
If one doesn't already exist, let's start one up.. Eventually.
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