Up to my old ways

Yep, I've been spray painting again. 

A lot. 
I forgot how therapeutic it is.
I love doing it in my garage at night with the door open and the cold air coming in. 
Porter walked out to see what I was doing and said,
"Mmm, it smells delicious in here."
That's my boy.

I forgot to take a picture of this before. 
It was an ugly yellow sign with flowers that said "these aren't grey hairs, they're highlights".

PS: If anyone lives in my town, you can come and take this off my hands.