Rick sanded another batch of the kitchen cabinets today. They are coming along beautifully and at last I can see the horizon on this project. It either looks promising or it looks like a sea of debt, depending on my perspective at any given moment.
I painted the master bedroom this evening, and after awhile, decided to head back out to the garage to find some gloves. My right hand had turned a puffy beet red from holding the roller and there are four white calluses that have hardened from all the priming, the sanding and the application of the final coat of paint. They hurt. I also have an infected splinter in my right forefinger, courtesy of the palm branches I trimmed back today, which left their marks all over my fingers.
On the way out, I found Rick propped on the couch with his feet on the coffee table and a bowl of ice cream on his belly, so I turned around to flick on ALL the lights so that I could show him my sordid hand, how painful and sore it is and how hard it is to hold a loaded roller at the moment. But he beamed with pride and looked delighted instead, because to his way of thinking, the calluses meant that we were working very hard at the moment, so I shrugged and turned the lights off and went to get the gloves... muttering a few sunuvabtch things here and there. You'll get no sympathy 'round these parts.
Later on I called him in the bedroom to show him the results of my masterpiece, which he thought was pretty damned impressive since I told him so myself, and then I pulled off the glove to show him what was left of my raging red hand. He shook his head and then his eyes lit up as if he had this great idea! Turned around, whipped off his shirt and says:
"Can you scratch my back?"
And then he started humping his back up against my raging red hand, and it is amazing really... that he still has eyes to see out of.
But that's only because the kitchen isn't finished yet. ;)
You so need a spa visit after this remodeling. And a bowl of ice cream. And a footrub from Rick. He doesn't need eyes for a proper footrub by the way.
Posted by: Grins | August 05, 2006 at 11:11 PM
roflmbo...ain't that just like a man???
hope you have a better day today dear Laura!!!
:-D
Posted by: Tammy~Kentucky Gal | August 06, 2006 at 06:45 AM
I'm so sorry about your hand, I know how much that hurts. Keep an ice pack on it, and take an aleve before bed - that works for me, anyway.
Did you end up going with a creamy color? I bet it looks beautiful.
Posted by: Leanne | August 06, 2006 at 08:00 AM
Whine, whine. whine. Wear gloves, ya girlie-girl. (ducking)
Can't wait to see pic(t)s of all this ... and you can even include your grotesquely disfigured hands with their teeny boo-boos.
Posted by: Nils | August 06, 2006 at 08:36 AM
I do believe this qualifies you for combat benefits. ie: one week at that spa in Safety Harbor (can't remember the name of it)
Posted by: Terri | August 06, 2006 at 08:46 AM
you should have grabbed a bowl of ice cream and joined him. If he isn't slaving you should not slave. And their is nothing like ice cream to make the world look better.
soak your splinter,put bandaid on the boo boo rub on baby oil on your hands. and hurry and finish the bed room and kitchen cause we are going to journey your way to see them when they are finished and you can't press us into slave labor as you offered to do to guests in an earlier post. . (just kidding)
Posted by: mom | August 06, 2006 at 12:02 PM
OUCHIE!! Dang...listen to Nils! "Can't wait to see pic(t)s of all this ... and you can even include your grotesquely disfigured hands with their teeny boo-boos." Apparently, Rick isn't the only one who like to relish in your pain!!
Umm...I'd like to see pics too, please!
Posted by: Sara Sue | August 06, 2006 at 01:57 PM
I'll have the picTs up soon, maybe tomorrow? I'm painting the trim , doors and baseboards today. That's the grunge work.
Had to do a lot of sanding and patching with the spackle. Vacuumed the basebords to get all the dirt up. Washed down the doors. I'm going to do an experimental paint treatment on the ceiling fans. If it doesn't work, we'll buy another one. I hope it works!.
I'm waiting for the spackle to dry right now so I can sand it and then paint it. I took some picTs this morning, but my camera lens are acting up. The camera wouldn't focus half the time, so something is up.
Rick spent the morning working on Samantha's front brakes, so he's beat.
On the plus side, i'm melting hot wax. GUESS WHY?
Posted by: Laura | August 06, 2006 at 03:59 PM
Great post hon'. I wish I had a space to paint - I live in the world's smallest flat in London. If I wanted to paint it, it would take about an hour I think.
So Michelle told me I should check out your site, and I'm glad I did. Can't wait for the pic's.
Posted by: Vickiev | August 06, 2006 at 04:31 PM
Ice that hand, and next time, glove. Heavy leather work gloves. As for your husband, a cat 0 nine tails might help that itchy back.
Here from Michele
Posted by: margalit | August 06, 2006 at 04:46 PM
Too funny...not your pain, ...your writing.
Too weird too...Not 2 hours ago I was sanding some door jamb boards for Jr's bedroom and you and your zillion cabinets to sand crossed my mind...as in, "I wonder if they've finished sanding all those cabinets"
You may need to wrap that hand around a cold beer to soothe it.
Posted by: FloridaCracker | August 06, 2006 at 06:51 PM
Margalit has the right idea. Get a cat-o-nine-tails for his back - and USE it!
Put your hand in ice and drink 3-4 margaritas - that oughta do it!
Posted by: kenju | August 06, 2006 at 07:41 PM
Oh diggity!! Now we're talkin'! Cats-o-nine-tails and mixed drinks!! Weee!!
Posted by: Sara Sue | August 06, 2006 at 07:57 PM