Almost Done

Ya'll, I shouldn't complain much about priming and painting. Truth is, I'm just a wimp at physical labor. Chubby, lazy and better suited for reading, I am. Especially, after having read through some of Jen's recent posts on the work she and her hottie fireman hubby are doing on their roof. (And drooling over the fact that she's had a plethora of assorted hot firemen helping them out. I'm picturing them shirtless and tan, Jen. Please don't tell me they weren't.) Jen climbed up on the roof! And nailed stuff! In the rain! While it hailed! Eep! So Jen, hon, you are officially my DIY hero.

But since she's probably about to kick me in the shin for continuing to stalk her about it, I'll move on to what I did last night. No hunky firemen involved, unfortunately. (I gotta get me one of those...)

I done primed that last wall! *takes a bow*

But not without injury. (Shock.)

I didn't fall. No. I just dropped...the ottoman...ON MY TOE! It still hurts. And this is AFTER the wheel barrow narrowly missed fracturing my leg Wednesday night while hauling what's left of my old entertainment center to the road for garbage pick-up. I'd post ya'll a picture of my injuries but I figure no one needs (or wants!) to see my fat, hair, bruised calf. Well, maybe Maintenance Man of yore (ick!) but nobody NORMAL (ya'll are normal, right? Sorta?) would. And certainly no one needs or wants to see my scaly big toe. *shudders* Ya'll are already having nightmares without the pics, right?

What I will share--because you can never see too many pics of my primed paneling--is that last wall primed!



Tada!

 It took me around two hours from tape to clean-up, but it's done. And I didn't even hafta unhook the TV!

Chair and step stool used for climbing
to cut in at the top molding.
I has sophistication in climbing tools
and healthy fear of heights.

Probably not the brightest idea I've ever had, but I just pushed the TV cart (it's got casters!) out and maneuvered my stools and feet around the cords. Could have been disastrous. Thankfully, God answers the prayers of idiots.

BTW, Never mind the dust on the back of that TV. It's prehistoric dust thus must be preserved. At least, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Meanwhile, I'm in love...with a primed wall.

Beautiful, ain't it?

Now, on to a little painting Saturday morning and I can finally start piecing my living room back together. Sorta. There's still a couple things awaiting delivery that need to be added. But that's my secret for now. You'll see it when it gets here and isn't a disaster. Cause there's always that chance of disaster, ya know.

All this just in time for my CO aunt's visit next weekend. Yes, that's why I've been killing myself to get this all done. I want to impress her with my decorating and DIY skillz. What's killer? She probably won't even make it over to my house to see anything. But at least I'll be done did it all so I can rest until next year. (All grammar misuse is intentional just to drive Trix nuts, m'kay?) Why next year? Because that's how long it's gonna take to rebuild my savings and my energy.

Now Jen, about those firemen...