My mom has been painting her night stand since yesterday,
and even though it is just me and her and dog Sasha to
worry about I guess she felt the need to post this warning
sign on an envelope — making convenient use too of the
nearest band aid to put it up with.
And from the look at it we had better get to painting the
bedroom walls, too. To the knowing eye of the camera lens
it looks like we are living in some sort of tenement building.