We had to leave the windows open last night, so we wouldn't die of paint asphyxiation.
Thanks, world, for not coming in and murdering us.
However, the windows being open gave Tallulah's super extra hear-y ears extra super powers, and was she obsessed all night?
That was when she heard a squirrel flossing a mile and a half away at 2 a.m.
That was then she heard a bunny in his den, changing channels from a Carrot Top special to the Magician's Hat and Gardens Network. At 4 a.m.
That was every time anyone in the neighborhood turned over in bed, all night.
So that was restful.
Yesterday, Marvin taped everything off around the room while I took all the crap off our bookshelves. I am thinking that I might paint these white, and paint the inside the same blue as the walls. But in the meantime, taking all those books off? Was a pleasure.
Why we gotta have so many books?
HONEST ENGINE, SERIOUSLY.
After that sweaty experience, we moved the bookshelves away from the wall. And sadly, we found Superman.
Two Christmases ago, my mother was helping me decorate, much to Marvin's ire, and I tried to place my Superman in the corner of the bookshelves, forgetting there WAS no corner. The thing crashed to earth with a terrible shatter.
That Superman was my father's. I think my great-grandfather made it or something. I had it when I was a kid, and the last time I was at my father's house I asked if I could have it back. Because clearly I would take such good care of it.
I am kryptonite.
Finally, it was time to paint. I kept saying, "Is it time to paint yet?" and Marvin would say no, we had to tape this or that or move this or he had to change into his pajams, I am not even kidding (I guess he didn't care if he got paint on his pajams) and I was getting so ANTSY to paint.
Naturally, as soon as the spilly paint was out, the animals got rambunctious and started playing all near us and such.
Anyway, we did all the walls up to the ceiling, which Marvin says we have to do with a brush. Whatever. It is darker blue today, this blue. And we didn't even bicker much, Marvin and me! We just kind of peacefully painted. Up till the part where I mentioned I want to paint the bookshelf.
Also, I asked him why he'd taped the door, and he HAD planned to paint it, but I pointed out to him this is not Mr. Kotter's apartment in Welcome Back, Kotter, so we are no longer painting the door. You'll be glad to hear.
So that's the story of our painting weekend. Did Michelangelo take his wife along to the Sistine Chapel to help? Is what I want to know. Because I am thinking he didn't.