Like I was this last weekend. I took off Friday (furlough day, blah) to take the dog to the vet (so they could drain me of what little money I have) and to get some painting done. And hell yeah, I did just that. I woke up with a killer migraine, but did I let that stop me, hell no!!! I'm that awesome. I popped some Excedrine and got to work. And look at what I did!!! After 5-6 hours of painting, I got all of the first coat done and some of the walls got a second coat.
I was in love with this color before I put it up on the walls. And now that it's up on the walls, I think I might run away with it. It's so pretty and so cozy. It looks great with the wood floors and oh did you notice, there was furniture in the room. It goes exceptionally well with our new sectional that showed up Saturday morning. Now just to get that woodwork painted. And I know, all you wood lovers out there are having heart attacks. Is she really saying she's painting that wonderful woodwork? How could she? Well I've already heard it from both my mother and J's dad, it's not fazing me, it's going to be painted. It's not the original woodwork, none of it matches, and some of it is that plastic, fake wood, so it's fine. Take a deep breath and settle down. Even J's dad eventually agreed with me, it will look nicer painted.
And speaking of J's dad; his parents came
Me on the other hand have no problem with this stuff. My parents have flipped houses and gutted and redone every house we've lived in (and here's the reason my mom's not helping us right now, she's busy re-building a house she bought last year). This crap is second nature to me. Yes, sweetie, there is a difference between Spackle and joint compound. He'll learn, I know it. Well I hope he learns. He did tell his dad that he would just let me do everything because I already knew how to do it. No, I think not boy, you'll be helping too. :-)