Painting
I couldn't get the picture straight. For the hundredth time I backed away and glared at it. This time is was tilted to the left ever so slightly. In a fit of rage I screamed obscenities at the thing When I finally opened my eyes it had righted itself.
For the hundredth time I backed away and glared at it. In a fit of rage I screamed obscenities at the thing This time is was tilted to the left ever so slightly. When I finally opened my eyes it had righted itself. I couldn't get the picture straight.