I'm painting. Yaaaayyyy.
Kris has gone up to Jersey to visit her parents till monday so I'm stuck doing all of it myself. I pose a question to you: Why do women spend 2 hours flipping through paint swatches, then decide on a color that is EXACTLY THE SAME as the color the room is now... Then they insist that it's actually "Eggshell" not "White" but the damn wall still looks the same to me. Only clean.
But whatever. It looks better. It's just annoying when Kristin told me that the living room was to be tan and I open up a can of white paint.
The rest of the time I'm playing Lionheart and listening to
MC Frontalot because he's awesome and he has a great new tune that won at the last SongFight in Seattle. Go check him out, you'll laugh.