"Hey, throw me the can of teal please. This chair needs another coat," Katy says tossing a used bottle of spray paint on the ground beside her.
I'm covered in paint. My hands are a glossy black from painting the small tables we purchased Saturday. On top of that, splotches of royal purple make me a freckled Oompa Loompa.
"We're out of teal. Let's switch to the emerald for the last batch of chairs." Anessa grins and drops a bag of cans. They click together and roll on the ground in front of Katy.
I sigh. At least the green will somewhat match the grass in my back yard. Various shapes of spray patterns from the tables and chairs make my backyard look like Picasso threw up here last night. When I volunteered to help paint Anessa's new furniture, I didn't plan on offering my back yard as th
