Painted hussy

Yesterday I painted more than I ever have in my entire life. At least, it sure felt that way. I'm sure I've painted an entire house before, but I was a lot younger. By 1am I was aching all over. Of course, by 1am I'm usually asleep, so that may have had something to do with it.

Sis' living room is the color of pea soup. At least, that was the food it reminded me of. It's gorgeous, even though the thought of smearing green pea soup on the wall doesn't sound too gorgeous. Trust me, it is. We were laughing at how probably someday her kids will say, "Mom, I cannot believe you painted the walls that color!" I said, "Yeah, it'll be your kids' Burnt Orange, Harvest Gold and Avacado Green." Then later, we discovered that the color of her living room is Guacamole Dip.

Sis and I started painting around 3 yesterday afternoon and we took a break around 7 to come back here and feed the kids. Mom had brought us Route 44 Sonic drinks (I have a nasty sore throat) and met up with us here. Paul was here as well, so we all ate a bite, visited awhile, doped all 5 kids up on Benadryl (What? It's allergy season!) threw them into blanket sleepers and went back to the farmette with Mom and Paul in tow. And while Sis and I had had a lot of fun painting, just the two of us, the hilarity just grew and grew with two more added to the mix. I love my family so much.

We got in bed around 1:30 or 2 this morning. We'd have stayed longer, but it was so cold in that house that the paint wasn't drying real fast. I was beat and tired and cold and was ready for some ibuprofen and a bed. I had brought shorts to paint in because I am entirely too fond of my sweats and wind pants to sacrifice any of them to painting, so shorts it was. And the shorts were fine until the cold front moved in and dropped the temps down to what felt like Arctic temps after the daytime high the day before had been 94. Yeah. Gotta love Oklahoma weather.

The Divas are the kind of people who get up early, get the job done and then go to bed at a decent hour. The Taters, however, are the kind of people who sleep late, get around at a leisurely pace and then stay up half the night. And I'm not knocking their style, don't get me wrong - but theirs and ours are definitely not the same. Like right now, it's 12:15 and they haven't left for the house yet. And I'm still in my pajamas simply because I knew there was no point in killing myself to get up and around early. And I still have to run to town to the bank and State Farm, but you know what - I'll still probably beat them to their house. And we'll paint until 2am again. But this time, I am so taking alcohol. If I'm going to be up that late, I'm at least going to have alcohol running freely through my veins.

(MamaK, bring your tequila and margarita mix - we're having a painting party tonight!)

Well, Kady just came to me and said, "I have water in my eyes from that movie," and then burst into hysterical, sobbing tears. They're watching Lilo and Stitch 2: Stitch Has a Glitch. It can't be a Disney movie without someone dying.