I feel like the past few weeks I have tried to make up for being exhausted from working on the house with more pictures so I can write less in these blog posts. Sometimes I just give up and write about painting because that has been consuming life these days.
But today I thought I could use both tactics at once with this:
In the midst of painting (for 10 hours straight), it became apparent why there were $4 roller extenders and $12 roller extenders when mine snapped. It was fortunate I was able to catch the roller with my face… and knock it into the only square of carpet in the whole room not covered with plastic. I forgot about the whole incident until Mark showed up several hours and started laughing hystarically.
When we are in the house I want a mani-pedi. If I am going to have paint on my body at least some of it should be intentional.