Turns out her face is pretty yummy as well:
Kim has a very busy little boy. He barely slowed down for a photo:
That smile? Fake.He was a little annoyed that I wanted to take his photo and gave me a quick, "Here. I'll smile. Hurry up and take the photo."
On Wednesday, I took care of Sweet Reenie. She informed me she wanted a quick dunk in the tub.
"Just for fun." she said. I kid you not. That kid makes me laugh.
I let her have a Pedi instead. She was good with that.
Now? I'm working on painting. Noodle's desk and 2 bookcases. And touching up my upper kitchen cabinets.
And this, my friends, is where you may want to quit reading. Because this is where your friend explodes with frustration. My teeth gnash and the swear-words are flyin'.
Because painting has been no small task since I had to go to Sherwin-Williams THREE TIMES for the paint I needed. I kid you not. Here is a summary of my visits.
Visit #1:
"You don't have an account here"
Umm.....yes I do.
"No, you don't".
So I leave.
Visit #2 (helped by another associate):
"Yes, here's your account. We don't have that paint in stock."
Ummm....yyyyeeeah. I kind of got my paint at the specialty paint store so I wouldn't run into this crap. Are you not, in fact, a SPECIALTY-FUCKING-PAINT-STORE???
"I can have it here later today, ma'am."
Turns out I have absolutely nothing better to do than visit you jackasses all the live-long day. I'll be back next week, douchebag.
Visit #3:
Yesterday.
Got my paint. One gallon for $47.
Sorry about the swearing, internets. And no - I didn't swear AT the Sherwin-Williams associate. It was all totally in my head.
Sometimes the only thing that can make things better is to let the "effenheimer" fly. Try it.
You'll like it.
Don't judge. I warned you.
So, I'm FINALLY painting the wainscoting on the ends of the upper kitchen cabinets....they were primed, but not painted.
And even though I've asked him more than once?
That Damn Zuddy hasn't finished the caulking of the upper goddamned cabinets. Which makes all of my paint-getting moot.
Because I can't fucking paint what hasn't been fucking caulked.
Okay?
That's why it's never been painted. I forgot that little detail. So when Zuddy got home I very nicely asked him to caulk so I could do my painting. Fucker.
And Noodle's "new" bedroom furniture. It needs one more coat. Maybe two.:
Remember earlier in this post when I told you there were 2 bookcases? The reason I've never painted all of this is because LAST SUMMER Zuddy promised to sand and prime the 2nd bookcase that was in the garage.
I'll let you sit there and think about whether or not the sanding and priming of the second bookcase ever happened........
Are you feeling the venom seething through every vein in my body?? Are you feeling it?
BECAUSE MOMMA'S STILL HAVING THAT BREAKDOWN, PEOPLE!
