Holy cow, I am so tired right now. On Saturday Stevie suggested that we do an indoor project, since Tropical Storm Barry was blowing through and it was too yucky outside to dig in the garden. So, we trekked to Walmart to get some paint. I don't even remember what we were going to paint at first. But there I was, looking at color chips, when dude comes over all excited, "Hey, look what we can do!" He had found some mis-matched paint at 50% off, and decided it would be a good idea to buy like 4 gallons and mix them all together and paint the living room and dining room with our new "custom color". I wasn't too keen on the idea, since we spend most of our time in there, I don't want to play crap-shoot with the color. But there I stood with about 6 different color chips, realizing that anyone of them would look good in there, and the colors he had chosen from the mis-match paint were all in the same family, so I gave in. We came home, moved all the furniture to the middle of the room, and went to town. We worked so fast, we thought it would be a good idea to continue painting down the hallway. Then today, he kept painting, this time the sunroom. But through all this "home improvement" I've discovered something about myself. The more I like something, the more I want to clean it. (That would explain why my car is always immaculately clean.) The house looks so nice right now, with the new wood floors and fresh paint, I don't want anyone to get it dirty. Therefore, my hands are red, dry and cracking right now, as I have had a hard time relinquishing my rag and Fabuloso. Stevie finally had to take me for a walk after dinner, to get me to stop cleaning. Okay, gotta go... I hear the boys messing up the kitchen.
Oh, and Steve, I promise, current house pics this week.
