As an alternative to another Sunday jam-packed full of sitting, Hubby and I made a game-time decision to paint the master bedroom.
It's one of those upgrades that we've wanted to do since we moved in - over two years ago.
We've managed to paint nearly every other room in the entire house (sometimes more than once, including when the basement came out looking like an underground zombie dungeon).
So we went out Saturday night to get the paint. Painting began bright and early Sunday afternoon.
As much as I love doing home improvement projects with Hubby, I'm not sure we're cut out to work together.
It started with Hubby insisting that we nail and caulk all the crown moulding to eliminate the apparently very visible lines and cracks.
|This is me pretending to caulk the crown moulding. Yes, those are my penguin pajama pants.|
|This is Hubby actually caulking the crown moulding. Notice the blue rubber gloves. That's hot.|
It didn't end there though.
Hubby decided he needed to blow his nose. So he made his way into my bathroom - blue rubber gloves included - and pulled some toilet paper off my roll.
Me, shocked and appalled: Ew! No! Now I'm going to put that on my hoo-hah!
Hubby, confused: Put what on your hoo-hah?
Me, indignant: That toilet paper you just touched with your gross rubber gloves!
Hubby, laughing: They're a brand new pair.
Me, insistent: It doesn't matter! I don't want that rubber on my hoo-hah.
Hubby, with a clever grin: It's just latex. You've never had latex on there?
Me, defeated: ...
Hubby, laughing: That's the quote of the day.
So, then we rearranged the furniture.
|Patches lovin the upside-down box spring - aka, fat cat hammock. And Tuxedo, contemplating the possibility of joining her.|
Me, apathetic: Nah.
Hubby, insistent: Yes! We do. I refuse to paint around stuff.
Me, dismissive: Don't be silly. It's fine where it is.
Hubby, losing patience: No!
Me, with no patience whatsoever: Fine. Move it yourself then.
Me, later in the day, trying to paint the wall behind a dresser: This dresser is is my way. We should move it.
But aside from these few little run-ins, we managed ok.
Oh, well, until the paint wouldn't dry quickly enough and a mutual hissy fit ensued.
But we're happy with how the room turned out, despite ourselves.
|Cream on three walls and dark brown on the other. Like Oreos. Yum.|