Paint My Wagon
God, I hate painting.
I'm unfortunately good at it, which is why I got tagged to do Mom's condo while she sojourns in sunny Italy.
Last night my only friend in the world dropped by for the hockey game and a few beers. On observing the general disarray of my little painting project and my general state of intoxication (I prefer to think of it as conviviality) he turned to me and said: "gnotalex. gnotalex. Put down the bottle and pick up the brush."
That was pretty funny when he said it and it was hysterically funny this morning when I remembered it.
I haven't entirely put down the bottle yet (or picked up the brush), but I have managed to get the place spackled, sanded, and taped off.
God, I hate painting.


