I went back to work on Friday, all hopped up on antibiotics and cold medicine. After lunch I was talking to one of the attorneys, and he said, "Laura, you are not firing on all cylinders today."
No, no I was not. So I left the office a half hour early so that I could make it to Sonic before happy hour ended at 4:00. I pulled into the drive through, and for the first time ever, noticed a big sign that said, "Clearance."
And for half a second, I thought, "Wow, clearance at Sonic? I wonder what could possibly be on sale." And then I saw "9 feet."
It was clearance height. Of course.
When I got home, I got settled on the couch in the living room with my tissues and my giant sweet tea, and Matt came up the stairs wearing a head lamp.
Was my fever back or did I marry a coal miner?
It turns out he was just doing a practice run for hunting on Saturday morning. He didn't get anything while hunting, so that means I still had to go grocery shopping, and then it was time to face the music.
And by face the music I mean paint the family room.
The family room that we tore apart two long months ago, yet still looks like this.
Upon closer inspection of the room, it was actually a lot more work than we bargained for, so we kind of stalled out. However, Christmas is coming and I plan to celebrate all of December sitting by the fire in a freshly painted, put together family room. We worked for several hours on Saturday afternoon and then, when I could almost SEE the paint on the walls, Matt said, "I think we need a few things at Lowe's."
And that's when I titled my memoir.
You Can Lead a Man to the Family Room, But You Can't Make Him Paint.
Coming soon to bookstores near you.
In a last ditch effort to avoid painting, Matt actually suggested that we buy paneling at Lowe's. But fear not, clearer heads prevailed, the painting has begun, and there is a light at the end of the tunnel. We did some yesterday and put another coat on the ceiling tonight.
Actually Matt painted the ceiling with the roller and I supervised and assisted him when he needed it. Although it's a little bit difficult to assist, because he will say things like, "Cleanup on aisle 4" which means, "Can you please get rag and wipe off that excess paint in the corner?" or "Train your eye over there," which means (I think) can you make sure I'm not missing a spot?
But we made it work.
And we have more painting on the agenda for tomorrow night.
I think Sonic might help.
And the head lamp.