Blog title compliments of Family Guy last night.
That wall? At the top of the stairs?
Not white.
Which, of course, I already knew. There were naysayers. There were those that said I was crazy (which I am but not about the color of that wall).
One coat of primer and one coat of paint and NOW that wall is white.
Barring some sort of weather-related incident I guess we're moving up today. Which is good. We need it. For the sake of our mental health. First thing up is hopefully the bed and I will immediately put fresh, clean sheets on it so it's ready for when we're finished for the night. I think we might move Grace up tonight too. Given that the heater is directly under the open stairs I'm anticipating a fat lazy cat parked halfway up the staircase. I'm thinking we should dip her in glow-in-the-dark paint in an attempt to avoid the inevitable screeching that will occur when we step on her.
This has gone well thus far. This cleaning/fixing things thing. I'm actually a little surprised. Not that I expected us to dissolve into screaming matches over who has to clean the bathtub versus who has to clean the refrigerator as that just ain't our style. But I did expect a little...resentment or more anger even if it was just due to lack of adequate sleep. I think this all bodes well for cohabitation.
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