(This post is on behalf of my grousing husband...who hates painting with a passion...)
My husband was hired to paint a friends barn-red porch white. Yes, easier said than done. Now I don't mind painting, but it is a loathsome thing to my husband. He spent 10 hours doing 2 coats of primer. I helped out for about 4 hours... it was 11:30pm before he got home. His poor back is so sore. If I could have taken the day off, I would have and helped him. We had the most trouble with all the screws sticking out of the ceiling from where they shingled the roof of it. Tore the roller and the brushes up. (good thing they are cheap!) And then there are tiny little nooks and crannies that need to be white or else you would definitely see barn-red. I am the messiest painter!!! By the time I went home, both hands were completly white, so was my red sweater and I had it ALL over my face and my hair. My husband on the other hand, had a teensy, tiny bit of paint on his pinky. Tell me... how is this possible? I didnt know you could stay so clean and paint at the same time. Its an anomaly.
He is getting a sprayer to do the paint job.... probably should have done that for the primer?? Well, it will be done today, and I am proud of him for stepping up and doing something that he hates in the name of service for others. He's such a great man!
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