Windows open, sun shining, breeze blowing, temps in the low 70s... bliss.
Apparently there is something called "fine motor control." Apparently I don't have it. Apparently this is my dad's fault. Thanks, Dad.
I painted my bathroom this weekend, and I'm finding new and unusual places for paint to migrate to on the human body. I mean, fingers, wrists and forearms, sure, but elbows? Balls of the feet? Behind the knee? How the hell did I get paint there? It's very odd. Apparently I need to paint in a full HazMat suit. And possibly drape the entire room (excepts the bits I'm painting, of course) in vacuum-sealed plastic.
Anyway, my bathroom is now a sunny apricot, which is brighter than I had anticipated. Now that he blue painter's tape has come down, though, I'm starting to like it. Which is good, because I really don't want to have to paint it again.
It also makes the prospect of painting my big front room a deep red (the room is quite large and has loads of natural light, so it can stand up to a deep color) somewhat daunting. I will not attempt to do that on my own. Hey everybody -- painting party at Sarah's! I'll provide the beer and liquor (after we've painted) and good Middle Eastern food. Come on, it'll be fun! Really!
Anyone?
Sigh.
In other news, LLCoolP has a hysterical post addressed to the internet stalkers that are doubtless out there, at least according to her mom. (Sorry, Mrs. CoolP, but it's funny as hell.) Strangely, my parents don't warn me against internet stalkers, and I even use my real name. I knew they liked my sisters best...
And in other other news, The Portadown News is shutting down, as Newton is being absorbed into the legit media world. Congrats to him, but bummer about the site. Now where am I going to get my barely comprehensible jokes about Northern Ireland's political establishment?
And in other other other news, I've got my tickets for Montana in late September (where I theoretically won't be snowed in, but you never know) and for Wilmington in late October, so I can meet the by then no-longer-incipient World's Most Adorable Niece and take TWMAN trick-or-treating. Wheee!
Apparently there is something called "fine motor control." Apparently I don't have it. Apparently this is my dad's fault. Thanks, Dad.
I painted my bathroom this weekend, and I'm finding new and unusual places for paint to migrate to on the human body. I mean, fingers, wrists and forearms, sure, but elbows? Balls of the feet? Behind the knee? How the hell did I get paint there? It's very odd. Apparently I need to paint in a full HazMat suit. And possibly drape the entire room (excepts the bits I'm painting, of course) in vacuum-sealed plastic.
Anyway, my bathroom is now a sunny apricot, which is brighter than I had anticipated. Now that he blue painter's tape has come down, though, I'm starting to like it. Which is good, because I really don't want to have to paint it again.
It also makes the prospect of painting my big front room a deep red (the room is quite large and has loads of natural light, so it can stand up to a deep color) somewhat daunting. I will not attempt to do that on my own. Hey everybody -- painting party at Sarah's! I'll provide the beer and liquor (after we've painted) and good Middle Eastern food. Come on, it'll be fun! Really!
Anyone?
Sigh.
In other news, LLCoolP has a hysterical post addressed to the internet stalkers that are doubtless out there, at least according to her mom. (Sorry, Mrs. CoolP, but it's funny as hell.) Strangely, my parents don't warn me against internet stalkers, and I even use my real name. I knew they liked my sisters best...
And in other other news, The Portadown News is shutting down, as Newton is being absorbed into the legit media world. Congrats to him, but bummer about the site. Now where am I going to get my barely comprehensible jokes about Northern Ireland's political establishment?
And in other other other news, I've got my tickets for Montana in late September (where I theoretically won't be snowed in, but you never know) and for Wilmington in late October, so I can meet the by then no-longer-incipient World's Most Adorable Niece and take TWMAN trick-or-treating. Wheee!
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