On occasion, what I do makes perfect sense.
I tend to keep the "arts and crafts" portion of my day somewhat limited.
Huh, did I not take a picture of the paint on the wall?
Darn. I guess I was just too busy scrubbing it off.
I know. Its disappointing that I'm so easily distracted by colorful things on a mundane wall, isn't it?
Juice on the floor tends to have the same effect on me.
I'm still trying to figure out why.