|Can't see me! I have camo.|
Also on today's list of things to do: prime the walls in the family room. We decided on the Kilz brand clean start with no VOC. One coat was enough to cover the drywall and barely smelled at all. The only bad part was that it was thicker than regular primer. Well, that and the King decided to 'help' with the painting. He did well relieving me when I needed a break. Then, as I was using a brush to get into the stubborn corners etc, he decided to help some more, and clean up. I really should have known that I should have given him explicit instructions when he said he was going to start the clean up. Instead I went blissfully into a corner and back to painting. When I finally finished up, I was taking my supplies to the kitchen and passed by the guest bath and there was the King, elbows deep in paint and paint stick pieces in the bathroom sink. The very shallow, very black marble, scalloped edge sink. I wasn't sure if I should have laughed or cried when I asked, 'what the hells are you doing?!' He looks at me with this satisfied smile and claims to be 'cleaning up'.
Later, as I'm making dinner he wanders back in the kitchen with this silly grin on his face and proclaims, 'I have paint on my hands, my arms, my legs and my shoes. The best part about that? I wasn't even wearing shoes!'
|*Not to scale|
I think in the future, I'll refrain from letting him 'help' me paint. I just have to convince him that the paint stick is not the royal scepter and all will be well.