No, not that one.
Today, Husband did something he’s never done before. He painted. He painted the room The Swimmy will be moving into in the next week or so. Okay, we both did. I did all the taping of the walls and trim (except the ceiling) and the cutting in stuff. I started to do the rolling part, but the fumes started to make me a little “woo hoo boy” and Husband sent me out of the room.
Whereby he finished the room all by himself. He rocks.
And let me just say that the room is now the pinkiest pink in all the land. It is so pink it could burn your retinas. It won’t stay that way, because this was just the primer, but holy jeebus it’s pink. Imagine a Pepto Bismol tablet exploded in the room.
You get the picture.
And I? Have one sore set of ass muscles from the bending and the taping and the rolling and did I mention the bending? And Husband may have sustained a painting injury as his wrist is sore and he did actually ask me, “Can painting give you carpal tunnel syndrome?”
(but he still rocks)
And tomorrow? We will go back into the Glowing Chamber of Clouseau and finish the job.
And we will have the happiest Swimmy in all the land. And then we’ll start the next room.