I am trying to get my mother effing prints framed today for my show at Tedda Hughes at the end of the month. A normal person would think this would be easy. This should be my happy day... my photography show is coming up!
But no. It's not easy.
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The frames don't easily accommodate the mats I've picked, which means I am using a butter knife and a hammer (don't ask) to make things work.
Once I get the mother effing print and mat inside the frame, it's looks like I've also framed a pubic hair, wedged between the mat and the glass. It's not a pubic hair but it might as well be. Now I can't get the effing frame apart. [Note to self: do not use the wool rug as a staging area for framing.]
I blow into a wedge between the glass and the mat to see if I can dislodge the hair, but now all I've done is fog up the glass. And now there's dust in there too.
Fuck me.
I should at least put on a bra and brush my hair. I did break a nail with the hammer/butter knife combo but I have not given up yet.
And then, to top it off, I have unwittingly pissed off someone in Greece.
Hi Tangobaby (blogger buddy)
I don't follow you anymore (don't cry).
So, no other complains from me anymore.Actually I regret so much,that I've sent you those e-mails and commended on your posts.
I shouldn't done that.It seems you dislike Greece. I'm sure.! Only if you knew what Greece/Greeks are for the world.
You should learn...I know you'll believe me when I tell you I have no idea who this person is.
The fact that I am low carbing it right now and have absolutely NO Ben & Jerry's and NO chocolate stashed away is so completely unfortunate and if was I wasn't still running around with a knife and a hammer, braless, I would go outside to get some Cherry Garcia, but now I'm worried what might happen next.
I probably shouldn't even be writing this.
Please send chocolate or a professional framer.