I spent a lot of time making sure to do a good job. I measured carefully and taped everything. I was a shrieking shrew of a mother. Just ask Double Shot. But, because I love him so much I only let him paint the inside of the closet. If I mess something up I just stomp my feet, pull out my hair and then eat vast quantities of chocolate. If someone else in this family messes up... well, let's just say it ain't pretty and there are no Mother of the Year awards waiting for me under the Christmas tree.
This was taken around 2 am Saturday night. I was very excited and felt I had done an excellent job. I was bone weary but fell quickly into a contented sleep... dried paint all over my body and all.
I woke to the day with the anticipation of a child on Christmas morning who knew she was getting that special dolly. Do you remember how a new baby doll smelled on Christmas morning? I bounded out of bed and excitedly and carefully peeled the tape away... only to reveal... TO MY HORROR... THE CRAPIEST PAINT JOB EVER TO BE SEEN!!! I was so upset that the swearing words of a sailor did not even pass my lips. Only silence. Dead silence.
It was worse than the last time I got a perm... around 7 years ago. The perm that a lady from church sent me a sympathy card in the mail for. Yes, it is THAT BAD.
UGH! What the heck?!?! My close up shot is not here and if I try to add it now it will go up on the top. I hate stuff out of order but Mr. Macchiato is breathing down my neck and wanting to go to bed. GRRRR!!! I'm going to have to add a close up and change the time on it so it is under this one. oooooooh. That is gonna bug me.