Painter John broke all his records yesterday. He painted for 14 hours. As in a 1 and a 4 together. Understand that Linda isn't standing there with a whip pushing him to go longer and longer, neither does she nag at him (well, except for the 1,000 times she asked if he got paint on her new wood floors, if the paint will wash off the sinks & counters and making sure he lets the dogs outside.) to hurry up and finish. He is doing such an incredible job, she can't wait until it's all done so she can just sit in each room and stare at the walls. In order to save some money, she opted to paint the two bathrooms herself. The hall bath came out so pretty. She started it and Tom finished the rolling. The master bath was going to be for another day, but around 8:30 p.m. she started cutting last night and it turned into a 2 hour project when the guys got involved. Linda painted for 5 minutes, and then they took over and cut and rolled the first coat. (No wise-cracks Tierney.) She was trying to get this bolt-nail-screw thing out of the wall, but she was sure a troll was on the other side holding onto it because it would not budge.
As you can tell, she had to get a little physical with it.
Ignore all the blood on the sink, she's fine.
Then she wanted to learn how to mix the stuff to spackle and fill the hole the troll made. By almost 11:00, the guys left and we were all ready for bed. Chim had to sleep in the other bathroom last night because the paint fumes in his bathroom would have knocked him right out. He did great and only cried for the first few seconds she shut the door.
