Red, red walls

Today I was productive. I painted the door to the bathroom closet.

You see, I was feeling a little guilty. The bathroom, it took six coats of paint. No, I am not exaggerating. We painted white walls a deep red and we didn't prime

I use the plural pronoun, when really, it was Josh who painted. Pregnant ladies aren't supposed to paint in enclosed spaces and trust me when I tell you, the bathroom, it is enclosed.

So I would encourage him and make fun comments like, "You missed a spot" from the doorway and then go back to lying in bed. At one point, I believe I went and got a pedicure while he was painting.

Evil.

So since we had the door off the hinges, I figured I could paint that in the hall. Which I did. But lordy lordy, it still took three coats. AND I had primed it.

Did I mention that bending over ever 3 seconds to dip the brush into the can makes a pregnant lady sore? Man. That sucked.

But now, we have a red door. Inside and out. Josh pointed out to me that no one sees the inside of the door, since it's a folding door, but I pooh-poohed him. I wanted it red on all sides.

So after we (there I go again with the “we” stuff) take down the ugly wood vanity lights and replace them with SHINY! NEW! SILVER! lights, we should be done. For people who weren't going to re-do the upstairs bathroom, because ya know, we have 17 other projects that are more pressing, we certainly spent a shitload of time and money on paint, new faucets, new towels, new rugs, new shower curtains and new lights.

But, it will be pretty and less yellow! And less yellow in the bathroom is a good thing because you know, that's where I put on my makeup and who wants to look all sallow and shit, especially when you are pregnant?