Today, my mother and I painted the kitchen a glorious citrus yellow. Of course, until my mom replaces the 70's pea green flooring and tan wheat printed backsplash, the yellow will not quite reach its full potential.
Hilariously, though, my father refused to help with ANYTHING, because, well, he is a HUGE baby. He hates change, and unfortunately, I have inherited a touch of his disorder. Although I am all for a new coat of paint and personalizing one's environment; also, I at least have the ability to recognize when something is "broken." Sigh. Poor mom, schlepping the furniture around with little 5' nothing me. Luckily my prince came over to help. Taunting us with his ability to paint the ceiling without necessity of a chair.
So now, we rest. As I type, Tom is asleep in my bed. And Lenny has just retired into his blankets (i.e. washcloths) for a long nap.
And soon, I WILL have a fun bike ride; today was just toooo hot. I escaped the painting madness for a bit to buy some substrate for Lenny's new house from Petco. And it was BRUTAL. Almost 100 degrees! I love the warmth of the sun, but with scorching humidity.. I'll take the A/C while I can.
(This is what my house will look like someday.)
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