I had that on the frig forever when the kids were growing up and it's still so true - when you just show up for something, things happen. Or unusual things happen. I was out painting last Thursday because it was 80 degrees and just gorgeous out (sorry Northerners). I drove around and settled in on King Street, tucked in a corner away from the traffic. I laid in the values, and was concentrating on details when I looked over in the doorway of the building I was painting - and there was someone "shooting me the moon"! Yep, I was looking over and a bare butt was staring back at me - and, it turned out to be a friend, who shall remain nameless (unless you ask in person and I would be happy to shame HER!)Ain't life grand!
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