Well, dammit, I’ve just been busy. And The Mister’s been hoggin my laptop because he values his education or someshit.
Anyway, I patched and painted quite a bit. Spackle, sand, paint. Here and there, all over the house.
I finally painted the ceiling in the hallway behind the dining room. It’s a tiny hallway, perhaps 6×3. I do not like painting ceilings, and that’s the last one I’m going to paint. I will heretofore pay someone else to paint ceilings, because NO.
I also finished painting the trim in that hall, which is 90% door frames.
Today, I will be hanging one of those overdone gallery walls, not because I’m into trends, but because I have approximately eight thousand framed photos of my family and friends, and yes, I do want to display them all, thanks.
If you come to my house, I will expect you to marvel at that hallway and tell me how incredible it looks. I will believe all of your lies, I will not point out the flaws, and then we will eat and drink with merriment.
I only have about six thousand things left to do in the house, most of which involve painting, so I hope I live to be a hundred…or that it rains capable men who love taking orders…really, either would be fine.
Yesterday, I ran errands all day and night, which always exhausts me. I can work all day in my home or yard without feeling exhausted, but going out/driving gives me terrible anxiety. I coped, and I got it done, but as usual, I went to bed with the spins and slept hard, for close to ten hours.
I.Feel.Incredible.
I know my husband supports my endeavors, because, at the grocery store, he said to me something so romantic, something he has never said to me before, “Why don’t we pick up a frozen lasagna?”
I am just livin a dream.
joeyfullystated 
I’m so glad you were able to recover quickly!
There’s something about being in the stores that gets to me, too. The running, the parking, the lines…ugh.
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Uh huh. I’ve come a long way, but I don’t know if I’ll ever do it with ease.
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I love it Joey. “…because he values his education or someshit” and “Why don’t we pick up a frozen lasagna?” This is what marriage is about. And no doubt why I’m divorced.
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I tell ya, it’s the little things, Sean. The little things drive me bonkers, and the little things make it all better!
Thanks!
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visit your blog, read an interesting article. thank you friends for sharing and greetings compassion 🙂
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Thank you for commenting!
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After all that painting, you deserve TEN frozen lasagnas. Just let me know when you’re ready to bring your paint brushes to my house. We’ve got some sorry looking walls that could use a little touch-up…
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Haha! Right. Don’t call me: I’ll call you.
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😀 Thanks for the smile today. The little things in a relationship are just so important.
Frozen lasagne… who would have thought?
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Truly. I happen to like a frozen lasagna, but he prefers mine. Just goes to show his selflessness 🙂
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What a good man. 🙂
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we are all living a dream, so I’m told. Yours seems a good one…Mine too…We are lucky in our illusions….;)
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😀
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wow – that Mister of yours is a keeper:) hehehehehehehehehe! Your house seems like a cool place to hang out.
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Thanks! I certainly like it 😀
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Hahahaha, yes, very romantic. Look at how he wants to save you from making some from-scratch lasagne. What a guy.
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I know! Imma keep’im! 😛
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Our hallway has 5 doorways and three closets. It’s a tiny hallway and interrupted everywhere. I feel your pain on this.
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Well, it’s kinda nice to know I’m not alone in my suffering. I tell you, when I do the back hallway (only 5 doors!) I will not be painting the trim. It can look as old and worn as all get out until it can be replaced! Hmph!
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Hahaha that Hey Girl meme is perfect. People and their funny-ness… never ceases to amaze.
But, painting ceilings? I can’t stop thinking about how much paint would get in my mouth. I just know this to be true.
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Thanks 🙂
Nope, none in my mouth, specks the hair a bit.
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Mmm, Stouffer’s.
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