Once upon a time there lived an Interior Painter named Bossy. And this Interior Painter was lucky because she had a painting business with her brother:
But Bossy was not the kind of lucky that she could quit painting and make enough money writing. Understand?
Anyway. Bossy’s brother—he was lucky too. Of course he was not
the kind of lucky that he could quit painting and make enough money as a musician. Got it?
Raise your hand if you think Bossy is only telling this story because she’s cleaning old photos off her hard drive. Bossy’s brother: put your hand down.
So. Mostly Bossy and her brother painted locally, but one day last winter they were hired by a friend to paint her seashore house. In the cold winter. And it wasn’t even this seashore house.
So Bossy and her brother—whose name is Bossy’s brother—packed overnight bags and loaded their supplies into the
paint truck Honda and drove to the beach in the freezing dark of night:
During the two-hour drive Bossy’s brother’s cell phone was ringing off the hook with other offers of lucrative paint jobs:
Finally they arrived at their swanky destination:
They unloaded their stuff and got right to work. Bossy and her brother painted the living room and the hallways and the two bedrooms and the kitchen and the kitchen cabinets and here is a photo of the two hard at work:
Bossy did manage to capture a photo of the colors they were painting:
As well as a photo of their supplies:
And speaking of supplies, which we barely are, but as you read this Bossy is up on another paint ladder so take pity, Bossy’s brother utilized innovative cutlery when slicing lime for their
After a twelve-hour painting day, Bossy and her brother decided it was time for bed because they had to wake up early and do it all over again. Bossy created a nest in the client’s living room out of her sleeping bag and sleeping pad and reading lamp and extra blankets and a few pillows:
And Bossy’s brother?