What's happening to me?!

SWMBO wanted to repaint the kids' bathroom for some stupid reason. So I
did.

Then she wanted to paint the trim in a contrasting color. She started on
it, and was doing a royally bad job, so I went in to finish. The paint she
picked out SUCKS. It's an extremely translucent color that simply can't be
rushed. It has to be applied in several coats, with each coat completely
dry before doing the next one.

So after being put through that hell, rather than lay down the law and
demand that we revert everything to extremely practical titanium white
immediately, I actually had the damn fool notion that it looked really
good, and that we should do the hall and living room like that.

In those same colors.

With that same stupid ass translucent blue paint.

WTF was I thinking??? I've done nothing but paint for two days, and I still
don't have that blue looking right.

The hell of it is, even in spite of putting myself through this misery, I
have a vague fuzzy feeling in the back of my head that it will look so good
in the end that it will have all been worth the sacrifice.

WTF??????

And then we have this table in the corner. Metal legs from an old kitchen
table supporting some pretty bookmatched burled veneered something or other
that I picked up curbside. The table has had a tablecloth on it for
months, to hide the ugly legs. I had forgotten how pretty the top was. So
I thought that we should do something to hide the legs but leave the top
visible.

When SWMBO suggested some kind of loosely-knit white lacey stuff to drape
down the sides of this thing, I realized that that was exactly what I was
imagining myself.

WTF?????

Yes... <looks down> my penis is still there. I have to wonder though.
Low testosterone? Latent homosexuality surfacing?

The worst part is that I just decided to do our bathroom using the same
god-awful translucent paint (because it has to match, you see, and I've
already used so much of the stuff elsewhere that there's no going back at
this point...)

What the hell is wrong with me? I went from building a catapult to THIS?

Maybe it's a good thing that I go back to work tomorrow.

(I *did* get all _kinds_ of laid this week though. So I guess there's
something to this interior decorator shit after all.)

On a bright note, I did make one good decision. I'm *not* using that paint
on the fscking fold-out closet doors. Oh, what the hell do you call those
things... The angled slat thingies. Anyway, they're white (white... I
remember white... white was so *easy*!!) which just won't do, but they'll
look good once I strip them, and then stain/varnish them.

I hope. They might be crappy finger jointed "paint grade" wood under all
those layers. They used to be mint green, then they were white, and one of
them has the blue beginnings of an exercise in painter's torment. It's
hard to tell what they're going to look like. I guess if they're too bad,
I'll have to make some new slats for them. (Or buy some new doors...
There's an idea. If I can find some to fit these funky door openings.)

On the bright side to all of this, my kids (9 and 6) have been tripping over
themselves to help. Surpsingly, they have actually been helping. Their
paint job just needs a few touchups, and I'm glad for the help, believe me.

(This also means the kids can paint their own damn rooms!!)

Oh titanium white, how I shall miss thee.

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Michael McIntyre ---- Silvan <[email protected]>
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"Leon"