This humidity makes me sweat. I'm not a girl that is used to sweating. I'm not a sports kinda girl. If I ever sweat in the past, I knew I needed to stop doing whatever it was I was doing. About 10 years ago, I remember my mother asking me if my head/scalp sweated. It didn't then but now it does. What's up with that? It must be an age thing. It's not attractive to look like I just came out of the pool when I'm in Target!
I found two more tables to paint last week. I can't do that because they both have been spray painted black over the original finish and I need to use a paint stripper to see what's under that paint. To use a stripper, I need to have them outdoors so I don't breathe in the fumes. The directions on the can also say to use on a "cool" surface 60-85 degrees and out of the sun. That leaves me out. Before moving, we had a garage and that might have worked, but here at the condo, I don't. That may be a fall project now.
So I'm a little grumpy that I can't do what I want to do because it's too darn hot.
Don't you love Maxine? Thank you Hallmark for giving this woman of wisdom to us.
I think I'll take Maxine's advice.