Alright...
I normally don’t get pissed off enough to post, but this one got me.
Three months ago, while in this painting the house interior craze, my wife chooses the dining room color...some kind of white. “I like the clean look” she says, but “not like a grade school cafeteria or hospital room” kind of white. “We’ll use eggshell on the walls and gloss white on the chair rail, window casings and sills”, Whatever...you pick, I paint right?
OK, great. Jobs been done, but yesterday morning I come home and there’s a paint can on the dining room table...uh oh...blood pressure uptick moment.
You see, my wife’s a terrible painter, I’m a fantastic procrastinator (but a good painter).
“Uhhhhh...you uh gonna be painting the dining room hun?” I ask. “Yep” she says.
Ohhhkaaay. I swore I wouldn’t help either do it, or touch it up...”it’s her thing...besides, I just painted the damn room three months ago!” Nope...not gonna.
She completed her job several hours later.
Well this morning I decided to inspect the “completed job” a bit more closely while she was upstairs doing her hair thing, and in my mind, give it a go or no go. She then caught me looking and asked if I would yep...”touch up the areas I missed”. Another blood pressure uptick moment. “Dayum” I said to myself...if I say no, it ain’t gonna start the day, nor end it good. If I do it, it’ll take as much time to “touch up” her work as it would if I just painted the dang room my self from the beginning with my qualified bitshing and moaning of course. Dry rollering, sloppy cut ins and removing the curtain hardware? No, painting around them! “Sh*t!”. It was all I could do to keep my mouth shut and just do my best to fix it.
Oh well, got it done, went out and had a nice lunch. She can touch up the chair rail later I told her. Yeah, right.
