I’d add to this comment that when artists work for exposure or experience it almost always turns into exploitation because they never know when they’ve gotten enough. Every other profession gets external cues to move on to the next level ( they get their degree, have the required years of experience, reached a sales…

As others have said, don’t give up. Do the opposite of that and plunge in: do all the quintessentially English stuff you can think of. Go get fish and ships, have high tea, see an historical home- even better if it also belonged to an artist or poet you admired-check out any local stores you may have seen on a show…

A darker stain sounds good as does cherry red paint. Red is a beautiful color in general but for kitchens it opens up so many options even for appliances.

Hire someone but only after seeing their work ex. get a reference from a satisfied neighbor. It takes a ton of time and is a real hassle to remove doors and hinges, strip, sand, prime, paint, etc and then hoist everything back up.

Free or not my laptop would crash with all the unedited shots. How were the edited shots saved? They were backed up since I was done working on them. Sorry about that.

If by remember juiceboxes you mean go to the pantry and scowl at the assortment you bought for you kid yesterday, then yes, I remember them well.

Thought it was a bomb but waited for the cops to come get it inside the same building where it was?

In my experience, teachers who insisted on being called by their first name were the laziest. Perhaps, I’ve carried that bias against that habit into adulthood but every instantly chummy employer has turned out to be a jerk, while those who stuck to using our titles until we actually were closer have been fair.

Well you must admit a lot of those events occur because of being chased by dumb dogs yet they still figure a way out when their boredom or hunger outgrows their fear.

Yes, as long as cat comes first in the tag, I'm not so finicky that I don't see dogs are loveable big babies.

Eh, you say stuck, I say escaping from a crazy dog and then having the presence of mind to get the cute firemen to come over to play.

You’ve got some smart sisters. A consumer show went on a tour of hotels with that spray used to reveal organic deposits and also took swabs of surfaces and all the chains failed dismally with filth and even some bugs being found everywhere. Would you believe when they returned a year or so later despite the bad…

Oh how sad.

Not surprised that it’s the discerning one who could learn to use the litter box. I assure you that most dogs never do that no matter what their master is going through.

Hmmm, one of your dogs uses a litter box, you say? Would that be the one who could open a kissing booth or the one who sets boundaries?

Thanks for reminding me. For all I know it was allowed in Canada until we got our Constitution in 1982, then again if that didn’t void abortion laws, maybe that didn’t void clauses allowing marital rape either, better check.

But, was he there for a week? ;-)

Stop pretending that dogs’ desperate need for attention means they genuinely care.

Oh please! A cat wouldn’t get caught in a cistern and make their friend spend a week trying to rescue it.

Yes, though I like her, sometimes that Muppety cheerfulness of hers makes me so glad there’s a mute button on my remote.