We're on a painting spree this weekend, trying to finish the chores so that we can spend Easter Sunday with the Boys of Summer (?!). Joe has a connection with the new job that periodically lays some cool White Sox opportunities on us, and this weekend is no exception. Tomorrow, cold or no cold, we'll be sitting a few rows up from the visitor dugout, drinking beer (no coffee, Chuck!) and eating a bratwurst instead of Grandma's lamb cake. Of course, I'll have my winter coat on, but that's not deterring me. Go White Sox!
So, Col's off to a tennis match an hour and a half away (too far for me to go sit in the cold), Em's on her trip to Washington D.C. , and we're stuck painting for fun. Sigh. Funny how the cats think this is major entertainment.
If you have cats, you know what fun any changes in the house can be. An empty bag on the floor, a new box opened, furniture moved, or piled up blankets mean major fun for the fur guys. Since we painted the ceilings yesterday, the furniture that could not be moved out was covered with plastic and that was highly entertaining for Hobbes and Grace. They spent the majority of the day playing "Where's the kitty?". Okay, so it's clear plastic--was it really all that hard to find each other? Really.
Today is Day 2 of painting--Joe's neck is stiff from the ceiling painting yesterday and I feel like I've got rigormortis. We're both hugging the coffee mugs as I type, secretly praying the other guy doesn't suggest we "get moving".
Hobbes and Grace are already in the Hall of Plastic--a.k.a. the living room. Sigh. It's gonna be a long day.
Hey, don't forget to read yesterday's post if you want in the Pay-It-Forward.