Meg is no Tom Sawyer!

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For the past little while the hubs has been building me a picket fence to go around the front of our yard. Before he left in the wee hours of Tues. morning to take care of things 'back home' for his mother, he had nearly all the pickets put up. It was my job while he was away to get them painted. Most of you know by now that Megs visits me every morning for her daily dose of home made coffee cake. Tuesday was no different. Only on that morning the cake was outside on the porch with a carafe of coffee and I was busy painting the fences white. It was a glorious day of sun, with a steady cool breeze. Megs watched me very carefully while I worked and she polished off the cake. When I looked up she was gone but before I could think, she came bounding out of my house in one of my floppy brimmed hats (similar to the one I was wearing) with a paintbrush in both hands! Against my better judgment I showed her how to dip the brush in the paint and apply it to the fence. It was a bit of a struggle to get her to use one brush at a time. lol Well Megs got into the spirit of things fast! And I mean fast! She dipped her brush up to the handle, didn't wipe off the excess, just went from can to fence with a slap and took off running down the side of the fence dragging the brush along it as she went. I near fell over! LOL With a little discussion and refining of her system, we nearly had the whole one side of the fence painted in less than half an hour. I had to go along behind her (well, it was her idea, so she got pride of place! LOL) and smooth out the surface, but it was a hell of a lot more fun to do it her way than my own let me tell you! I suggested a break, but again Meg had other ideas. Before I knew it she was dipping again and painting the front of her shirt. "See - I look great in white!" she laughed! Things went from fence to us right quick after that. I can't really remember how it started, but before I knew it we were flicking paint from our brushes at each other and getting peppered with paint drops large and small. It was all over our clothes, our faces, our hats, my plants, the grass and the tail end of a robin silly enough to get too close. We both ended up on the lawn rolling around in laughter and paint. When our hysteria subsided, I sent Megs home to have a shower and wash off the paint. I spent the next hour trying to undo the damage, but hubs is still going to be in for a surprise when he gets home tomorrow. The fences are now finished but the grass needs to be cut to get rid of the paint that's all over it. lol As for my plants - well at least they're color co-ordinated to my fence now! LOL