<<< Sooner or later I won't be able to stand it
anymore and I'm going to get spackle and paint and fix it up. Idjuts. >>>
Rather than repaint the cabinets, I would do either of two things. (If I were forced to do anything at all before the time came to repaint anyway. Actually, I'd live with the holes.) I'd spackle the holes with my finger, which would take a few minutes, and then I'd color the spackle with a marking pen or a Q-tip and something as close to the color of the cabinets as I could, which would also take minutes, and there'd be virtually no clean-up. If the cabinets are white, hey, you don't have to do the onerous color-daubing part!
Or I'd buy little assorted jewels, diamonds and rubies and emeralds and the blue ones and yellow ones, in assorted sizes, in a craft store and paste one over each hole.
I'm not kidding, either.
But N had a sex dream about Martha Stewart the other night. When he told me about it, saying, "I wonder what that was about," I knew exactly what it was.
The poor man was disguising with sex his deep craving for a wife who has more interest than I do in keeping her house spiffy. He denies it, claiming it looks fine to him, hahaha.
I like washing dishes and I like doing laundry.
The rest...
Oh, just talking about it makes me feel faint. I'd better go lie down for a minute. |
