sammtheqow
The museum. I'd never been much for museums. Life had been rough these last few weeks. As I strolled down the galleries, I had to stop suddenly to look at this particular painting. It was full of color and meaning, like it described my whole life up until now. It also seemed to tell my future, like it was telling me to cheer up, life will get better. And then I couldn't help but smile for the first time in weeks, as I knew that things could only go uphill from there.
I have capris that are plaid colored. I know a lot of hicks around town who wear plaid, especially loggers. I'm not too big on plaid myself. My brother and dad wear a lot of plaid. I wonder if people dress their dogs in plaid. I think plaid colored nails would be cute, if it were the right color; I would try it out if I knew someone who painted nails really good.