Saturday - All righty then. Got coffee. Got milk. Crap. Don't got filters. Hmm. Sure seems like I could use this dust mask here but, could I get away with that?' Ooh. She's up. I guess we'll buy coffee. Walls primered, paint selected, cabs stored at work. Next time someone wants Yoshinoya, I recommend going after sanding drywall mud on the ceiling, not brushing your tumbleweed hair, and asking for the Beef Bowl as though you are completely sane. Now that's entertainment.
Sunday - Walls painted. M questioning the color. Sheila can't be that smart so we will consider her reaction a coincidence when we told her at the dog park to "Go get the white dog!"
Monday - Semi-gloss is good for wiping down walls but it's not very forgiving on your imperfections, is it? Thank you HGTV for featuring a couple that has lived in a half-finished house for thirteen years! Hear that baby? THIRTEEN YEARS!
Tuesday - Ceiling paint finished. Not overjoyed with my mud job but give me a couple days and I'll think of a way to make it M's fault. I learned four things today. 1) The ladder is a bad place to reminisce about skydiving. 2) One should remember if a ladder has steps on only one side. 3) The floor will leave a nasty mark and make a person use bad words. 4) It is possible, in a split second and while the floor is accelerating toward you, to realize that this tiny bit in the bottom of the can is the last of the ceiling paint, and to set the can down gently, without spilling, at the same time one is crashing headfirst into the floor. Damn... I'm good. Tomorrow I start on the floor.
Wednesday - Picked up tile backer. That's it. I'm tired. And my bruise hurts from yesterday's stuntman demonstration. Does licking your wine glass for residue make you an alcoholic? Or just annoying to your wife?
Thursday - Tile backer finished which opens the door for tiling this weekend if we can find some we like. What is so annoying is that one single stupid retarded nose hair that is just long enough to tickle the edge of your nose all frikkin day long but not long enough for your fingers to isolate and pluck it, no matter how many times you try.
Friday - Gotta let the mortar set for 24 hours. Yahoo! Night off. Tile on Saturday mandatory because I jes gots me some two passes for Sunday to the Holy Grail of White Trash otherwise known as the Long Beach Grand Prix. You know what that means? RV's and drunks. My kind of people. Ok, I doesn't gots a RV, but I gots a backyard fulla construction material and that's gotta count for somethin.
... to be continued...
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