\nSo … I bought another<\/b> painting last night at the art auction.\n<\/p>\n
\nAnd this morning as I admired at my painting, I realized that my mother was coming over and I didn’t want her to know about the art auction or the painting because every time I do she says “I guess you should stop going to art auctions so you don’t buy any more paintings” and .. well, I don’t want to stop. So since I haven’t gotten around to putting any of my other paintings up yet (a.k.a I haven’t “unpacked”<\/b><\/a> yet*) I thought I could hide the new painting among the older ones and my mother would be none-the-wiser, and I wouldn’t have to lie to her, which despite my penchant for fibbing, I don’t actually like doing to people I know.\n<\/p>\n \nSo it all seemed good, my mother arrived, we chatted, she admired my red walls and I successfully avoided the real reason why I slept in until noon (We didn’t get back from the auction until 2:30). I left my mother alone for thirty seconds<\/i> in my living room so I could brush my teeth and returned to find her leafing through the paintings. In a matter of seconds she found the new one and pulled it out. At which point I knew I was busted, so through a mouthful of toothpaste I told her about the auction and the painting and how my friends had put a request on it for me (yay friends!) and how it was now mine and how I loved it.\n<\/p>\n \nAnd her response was ..\n<\/p>\n \n“I guess you should stop going to art auctions so you don’t buy any more paintings.”<\/i>\n<\/p>\n