I don't drywall for a living, nor do I paint for a living, which might have something to do with why priming my walls was such a
It was an unmitigated disaster.
I cussed so much in the span of those few days that I have likely secured a 12th floor suite in Hell. I threw tantrums like a 5 year old in a grocery store - I just want to paint a wall.... Just paint a mother-loving wall so I can move forward with this hobby that is so relaxing to me... the hobby that was threatening to push a blood vessel out through my forehead.
So eventually I caved. I just roll-painted the darned thing over the course of six hours and got it done. The paint sprayer didn't survive, but I did - though I will carry the emotional scars with me for all of my days.
In addition to the priming being complete I've also been moving forward with some other not-so-interesting but essential projects around the house to prepare us for the arrival of our second child coming in the spring. Another son, to whom I will pass down the art of lofting non-functional tools into the yard, like my father before me.
-Ryan
Just discovered your blog via MRH...Looking forward to more posts as your soon-to-be-chosen prototype comes to life. Plus, the story on the paint sprayer was priceless!
ReplyDelete--Rich Steenwyk
Milwaukee, WI
http://kcspur.blogspot.com