Twas the day after Christmas, and I’m here to grouse
’bout the paint fumes and VOCs filling the house…
That’s all I got. Here’s what the kitchen looks like this morning:

and my Ukrainian painting gloves:

Thoughts, observations and conversations on things literary and not so
Twas the day after Christmas, and I’m here to grouse
’bout the paint fumes and VOCs filling the house…
That’s all I got. Here’s what the kitchen looks like this morning:

and my Ukrainian painting gloves:

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3 users commented in " Post-Christmas Post "
Follow-up comment rss or Leave a TrackbackGlad I wasn’t drinking hot coffee when I saw the reference to Ukranian painting gloves. That gave me a good belly laugh. What, pray tell, makes them Ukranian?
It occurred to me that the colors (blue and yellow) are like the Ukrainian flag.
Man, you’re unbelievable. Thanks for making me smile today, oh great Ukie bard. I just remembered that my favorite uncle, a Canadian, is also Ukranian. And he has your same inner and outer sparkle, enjoyment of life, and sense of wonder and humor. All seem to be key Ukie traits.
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