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Well, not a hole, quite, but three dents, each of which has cracked the plaster and paint, and one of which is just falling apart.
I've taken one of the fragments and have it sitting next to the computer right now. It's a little longer than the long bone of my thumb, and a bit wider than my thumb at the base; it's roughly triangular, and curves to the left a bit like a scimitar.
It's from where the knuckle of my right fist hit the wall -- that time I hit it with my hand sideways, because I don't want to do a straight-on punch when I'm wearing my rings. They are, after all, much stiffer than my bones.
I wasn't expecting the wall to be that soft.
We painted it not six months ago.
At least Kevin thinks we still have paint of the right colour.
I've taken one of the fragments and have it sitting next to the computer right now. It's a little longer than the long bone of my thumb, and a bit wider than my thumb at the base; it's roughly triangular, and curves to the left a bit like a scimitar.
It's from where the knuckle of my right fist hit the wall -- that time I hit it with my hand sideways, because I don't want to do a straight-on punch when I'm wearing my rings. They are, after all, much stiffer than my bones.
I wasn't expecting the wall to be that soft.
We painted it not six months ago.
At least Kevin thinks we still have paint of the right colour.
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It is good to be thought of, and I thankee. Even if the word of the day is ". . .".
I'm glad you liked the link. :) It seemed a good and fine thing to share.
Oop! Is a snakie out taking an explore, so I will put on my snakie picture and be a proud mama.
Wow, am I incoherent.