So here's how the painting gala weekend ended up:

I painted two walls of the garage with dry-lok which is a bit like painting with gritty pancake batter. You look really lovely at the end of the process. Don never lifted a paint brush, after expressing his extreme dislike for the chore.

Here's what he did instead, being eternally grateful for not having to lift the cursed paint brush:

Replaced the nasty ceiling tiles in the rec room
Fixed the storage room closet door that was sticking
Adjusted the setting on the attic fan
Vacuumed up all the bat poo in the attic from our recent visitors
Ran to the hardware store to buy more dry-lok, kilz and ceiling paint
Replaced the plug on a broken lamp
Repaired the broken corners on the pool table
Vacuumed the entire basement

One of us could use a manicure, but it's a small price to pay for so many items off the list. By Sunday afternoon one of us was piled up in the leather recliner with an icy brew and the remote, watching his favorite team play football. One of us took a hot shower, put on pjs in spite of the early hour, and curled up on the sofa with her bag of knitting. And both members of this union will start the new week, feeling like happy campers.

PS. No need to mention to him that he could have gotten away with just sucking up the bat poo for me to feel like the count was even!

Labels: Family Affair