Even though it was another gorgeous day outside today, we were good kids and forced ourselves into working inside on the living room ceiling.
First all the nail holes got patched. (Holy-crick-in-the-neck!) I wanted Papa Pea to count all of them he patched, but he said after the first couple of thousand he would be too depressed to go on.
Then the primer coat of paint went on.
All primed and ready for the final coat. (I'll bet this is about the most exciting picture you'll see on a blog all weekend. Uh-huh. Ya, I'll betcha.)
Now don't laugh or think I'm being too sappy. While in the midst of this fun project, we commented that it would have been a baaaad job to have to do alone, but because we worked on it together, kept a conversation going (in between the grunts and groans), the time flew by and we were done before we knew it. (Believe that and I'll tell ya another one.) We put Christmas music on the stereo so that when we are lounging in our comfortable, FINISHED living room this coming holiday season, we will remember this day when we were working on the ceiling and were sure our arms, shoulders, and necks would never be the same again. Ouch, owie, pain, agony, ugh, muscle spasm, oof . . . . . .
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