Excuses . .

I hate excuses. And whenever Ihave one, I always feel the guilt about it.

Last Thursay morning, I flew to Portland, Oregon with a friend to meet two other friends to play golf for four days. My stomach hurts from laughing so hard for so long. My throat is scratchy from yelling and laughing. My voice is deep and hoarse from over use.

Who can paint in that condition? Hmmmm???

I have to work today to catch up on the goings on there. So no painting today.

I want to, but I gotta clean up after myself!

5 thoughts on “Excuses . .”

  1. I was just going to e-mail you and make you feel guilty for not posting a painting for so long.
    I have excuses too.
    I’m looking forward to your next post. Missing your charming wit.

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