When I got to the house last night, Rob was mowing the lawn. For a minute I had a vision of the future. It felt like I was comming home from work and pulled up to see my husband mowing the lawn. It was no big deal or some great fantisy but it felt very warm and comforting.

Enough of this mush, I got a lot done last night. While Rob was mowing the lawn-battling the mosquitos, I painted the kitchen. Unfortunately as I'm taping off everything I see a piece of tape sticking out under the primer and I do the thing you should never do..... I pulled the piece of tape and opened up a hole in the drywall about 1/2 inch big. Argh. I cut some drywall and jammed it in there then spackled the living daylights out of it. Unfortunately this prohibited me from painting that wall, AND when I was removing the molding on the floor, I put the end of the mini crow bar through the drywall so I need to cut out a square and replace the strech I blew out. The walls (except for 2 spots) and the celing are painted! They need anther coat but the color looks great. I'm a damn genius with picking out paint!

While I am patting myself ot he back for a job well done, Rob is in the bathroom putting corner bead (sp?) on and cutting out damaged drywall. I waltzed into the bathrrom and let him know that I am done and he jumped up and announced he was done also and we actually made it home by 8:30!

We have the water shut off at the house so I can't wash off my paint brushes and rollers, so I bring a big laundry detergent jug of fresh water. Last night, I didn't have the umph to clean the roller and brushes so I delegated it. When Rob was done cleaning them off he came upstairs and said we needed to buy me some nice brushes. Oh Boy.... I smell a trip to the hardware store!