The neighbors are having another barbeque and I am doing doll things today, so I just encountered some of them when I went out to do spraying on the other side of the pieces I had set out.  At some point, this nice family is going to look up at me in my pj pants that won’t stay up, my terrifying respirator, and a spray can full of toxic chemicals and say, “What are you working on up there?”

And I’m going to have to stand there, breathing like Vader in my groovy floral pj pants, and look down at half a resin elf corpse and say, “… art?”