The weekend that was...painting.
What do you get when you cross two newlyweds with a 48 hours of uninterrupted together time?
Sex?
Nah...painting.
The Devine Mrs. C hated her kitchen color, so I brought her flowers on Friday, made us some drinks, looked longingly into her blue eyes and said, "Honey, let's paint the kitchen."
Trips to Lowes ensued, exhausting our last gift card and about $200 more, buying paint, painting paraphernalia, and painter's tape. After disembowling our kitchen/dining room, we set out binding it with strips of blue tape at each sensitive edge. Then we assaulted it with Kilz Primer, then another coat. Saturday came and went, and our kitchen was white, with a murky tinge of brown beneath. We awaited the morn, ripe for our final victory.
Home from church, and I started the assault, when the catharsis came: "I don't like this color!" Angry words ensued, accusations, reproaches, and finally: "Go to Lowes and buy 3 colors you might like, then let's try those on the walls."
Delft was depressing. Another, happier color had too much lavender. Finally we found it: Mystic Somethingoranother. Blue-grey, if you like. By now it was 4:30.
We slashed into the colors, our movements honed by two days of toil, yet weary were we. Dinner was a zoned-out sandwich and exasperation, with a side order or pretzels. As the British would pause for tea, so did we pause for "Desperate Housewives" (Gabby's back with Carlos!), but then finishing touches and cleanup.
Trim + washing-up comes tomorrow.
Sex?
Nah...painting.
The Devine Mrs. C hated her kitchen color, so I brought her flowers on Friday, made us some drinks, looked longingly into her blue eyes and said, "Honey, let's paint the kitchen."
Trips to Lowes ensued, exhausting our last gift card and about $200 more, buying paint, painting paraphernalia, and painter's tape. After disembowling our kitchen/dining room, we set out binding it with strips of blue tape at each sensitive edge. Then we assaulted it with Kilz Primer, then another coat. Saturday came and went, and our kitchen was white, with a murky tinge of brown beneath. We awaited the morn, ripe for our final victory.
Home from church, and I started the assault, when the catharsis came: "I don't like this color!" Angry words ensued, accusations, reproaches, and finally: "Go to Lowes and buy 3 colors you might like, then let's try those on the walls."
Delft was depressing. Another, happier color had too much lavender. Finally we found it: Mystic Somethingoranother. Blue-grey, if you like. By now it was 4:30.
We slashed into the colors, our movements honed by two days of toil, yet weary were we. Dinner was a zoned-out sandwich and exasperation, with a side order or pretzels. As the British would pause for tea, so did we pause for "Desperate Housewives" (Gabby's back with Carlos!), but then finishing touches and cleanup.
Trim + washing-up comes tomorrow.
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