Back to painting...

The fun starts again today! We're almost finished painting (heh!) Theatre de Didgeridoo. It's just a matter of doing the lower part of the walls and touching up all the lovely little spots where the yellow is *still* showing through the deep, deep burgundy. And then furniture, of course, which I'm not thinking about right now because the thought of that phase makes me twitch uncontrollably for some reason.

And then? The bedroom. Please, gods, let this one go easy.

You'll probably find it amusing to learn that after enduring cleaning Didge's car out, my car was ready yesterday afternoon. I didn't have to ride in The Stankmobile after all, but my beloved greatly appreciated the favor. He maintains that his car has always smelled like that, and encouraged me to analyze the scent further - it's stale cigars and coffee, says Didge. (Actually, now it smells like two kinds of Febreze, since I hosed that bad boy *down* in a show the neighbors surely enjoyed.) And what does this have to do with painting the bedroom?

A lot. It has a lot to do with painting the bedroom, actually - because there is the matter of an unsightly television set that is to leave before painting takes place, and the fact that I cleaned out The Stankmobile lends more than sufficient leverage to my argument that its departure needs to happen some time in the vicinity of now.

Let the nonsense commence! (I just felt like saying that.)

And have some music, just because this song has been running through my head all morning: