Painting a picture

I have not spoken of the Great Remodel 2006 in the last few weeks, mainly because there has been progress and it's much more fun to bitch about holes in your roof than to talk about boring stuff like tile.

But the remodeling, it is alllllllmost done. Our kitchen is in its final stages and the floors should be refinished early next week.

Thank the lord.

As part of the remodeling, we need to get all the painting done. The painting is being done by us (OK, mostly Josh) to save some monies. We painted the kitchen this weekend -- and by us, I really do mean both of us. I did the trim and the low spots, Josh did the high spots and the ceilings.

We also purchased new slatted closet doors for the laundry closet, which is in the kitchen. They needed to be painted, natch. Of course, painting slatted doors is a huge pain the ass.

So yesterday afternoon, I took them off the wall and propped them up on a drop cloth and started in on the job. I got one door completely done when Josh moseyed downstairs after finishing up with work.

As he flopped down on the couch and picked up the XBox 360 controller, I turned and looked at him incredulously.

Amy: "Are you seriously going to sit your ass on that couch and play XBox while your NINE MONTHS PREGNANT wife paints this door?”

Josh: "Yep.”

Amy: "I am SO blogging this."

Josh: “Go right ahead.”