As my fair weathered friend insomnia sets in, my nights are becoming less about dreaming and more about productivity.
In the dark of the night I pulled my hair back..... put on the long rubber gloves....... painting attire..... & stained my light oak stair railing to a deep dark mahogany.
My sweet heart is so happy it turned out the way I imagined it.
He was preparing himself for a 911 disaster call where I say in a paniced voice, "do you have anything to remove deep dark stain"?..
