Ew

It is 4 minutes until midnight as I start typing this. Paul is in the shower and hopefully I will be soon, too. We've been at the Farmette. We are dirty.

We taped off every window, doorway, facing and closet in the house. We painted Kilz on any surface that wasn't moving. We called each other a lot of names. Thankfully we love each other and it was all in jest. I told her at midnight she couldn't call me a certain name anymore and she had to be nice to me tomorrow.

Tomorrow the guy comes to spray the orange peel textury stuff allllll over the house. Then Thursday we commence to painting. Whoo frickin' hoo. The moving that was supposed to occur this weekend isn't going to occur. We will instead spend the weekend painting instead. Then next week trim will be put in. THEN the carpet can be laid and finally they'll move. Probably sometime around Valentine's Day. Yeesh. Just kidding. They're hoping to be in by month's end, but honestly I'm not sure if that will happen, but don't tell her I said that.

We girls had finished all we could do and we both dropped exhaustedly onto the hearth to sit and watch the boys take down the living room ceiling fan. I popped a cookie into my mouth and discovered I didn't have the energy to chew it. Now, people . . . that is tired.