Yes, it's true. In my spray painting frenzy of the patio furniture, I forgot about that little breeze. You know. The tiny little 5 mph breeze. Thinking I had more than enough plastic sheeting (I suppose I should have checked with Dexter first), I proceeded to spray paint my 60 year old patio furniture a new, shiny black gloss.
After painting 3 of the chairs, I noticed a bit of a problem. I - um- apparently didn't account for that little breeze, if you get my drift. Yes, I'm still an idiot after all these years. What was I thinking? Perhaps I was thinking that the patio floor (cement) looks like yuck anyway, so maybe I should paint it too. Or. Not. The jury is still out on that one.
You can see my *oops* in this picture:
My arms are going to be in such great shape after all the shaking of spray paint cans! I just love unexpected exercise surprises. I'll take it wherever I can get it, right? On the other hand, the tip of my forefinger is still numb after holding down the wicked spray can button for so long. I suppose I'll use my left hand forefinger tomorrow.
Anyway, tomorrow I'll move the pieces I haven't painted yet out onto the lawn, since it isn't really growing with this year's heat and drought. I'll still use the plastic sheeting but at least it won't permanently damage the yard. The damage is already there.
I also made a new cover for the porch swing cushion (all done with hot glue) and made a little pillow too, for all those friends who drop by to visit. Not. We have someone drop by maybe once every other month, if that. Furthermore, it's been too hot to sit outside, even at night. So, don't ask me why I thought this was necessary, but I at least like to pretend I have a life.
On another note, the painter is still painting the carport after 2 weeks. I'm thinking we might be ready to put our house on the market by the year 2013, if we're still alive... or sane. Honestly, I'm beginning to feel the agony of defeat, as if we'll never have this house ready to put on the market. I just try to stay busy in order to stave off depression. The frustration is already there. Help. Mr. Wizard.
Sooooo.... What have you been up to lately?