I'm still here, painting away. Mostly trim work. I've used over a quart of primer on baseboards, doorways and spindles.
The stairwell walls still needed to be painted and hubby was not too thrilled about getting that done. It involved tall ladders leaning precariously on stairs. Something I am not coordinated enough to do myself. We didn't have enough paint left from the family room. As I am standing there with a paint brush in my hand, covered in primer, shower? Um, that would be a no. Hubby asks me....Are you going to Home Depot for more paint? NO, I say sweetly. Why? he asks so stupidly. Because I'm painting, I shriek like a woman possessed. Silence. Henry looks at him as if to say, are you insane? I mean really, when will they learn? No really, when?
So after some groaning from the one who balances well, he went for more paint and
we he got it done. And just as we he was finishing off the upstairs hallway (it all connects so it had to be done too) look what I saw on his back.
Okay, it's a little gross, sweat and all, but I couldn't help but laugh. Love is what got him on that ladder. Maybe a little fear too. But mostly love I'm sure.