Sigh

Real estate agent came today and said I really have to put on baseboards before Tuesday when the condo goes on the market....sigh....I'm sure I "can" do this myself, but I really don't want to. Thankfully my good friend Chuck has agreed to come help me tomorrow so long as I promised he doesn't have to paint anything.

So today I started painting the kitchen. To me it is a lovely limey green colour, but I realize that to the world this is a bit harsh. It's going to a very neutral light brown, and great stone tile back splash. Also - before Tuesday. I pulled out the stove and got to edging when my foot started to feel wet. "I probably spilled some paint on it" - thought I.....but then it started feeling wetter...hmmmm.....that's odd. That is when I discovered that I had cut the top of my foot on something, and bled all over the floor, tracking little bloody footprints all over the kitchen as I painted. Sigh.

OK, pause painting for ten seconds, go look for band-aids. I don't actually know where the band-aids are! Ray always gets them. So I look and look and decide this is stupid, the paint is drying, so I MacGyver'ed up a band-aid out of Kleenex and duct tape.

First coat on the kitchen is done. Now I'm going to sit on the balcony and ponder how to use a tile cutter without losing any fingers. :)

Love
Pamela