What Constitutes a Party?
How many people does a party make? On Friday night Randy and I invited some people over to hang out (dinner, conversation, possible games). The next thing you know there are 9 people at his dining room table (it’s a good thing he bought that new one that can accomodate 10 easily). We didn’t really invite more than normal – it just seems that everybody was available. It’s nice when that happens.
Oh, and my glasses came in on Friday! I picked them up and they look pretty darn good. Randy took a few photos and the glasses looked okay – but I hated the way I looked wearing them. So, no photos this morning – I’ll take a few more today.
On Saturday, Randy took on a home improvement project that makes me thankful I’m a lowly renter. You see, a bird managed to make it’s home in the bathroom ceiling fan that vents to the outside. When his home was remodeled, the contractors apparently put the vent up without a bird guard/screen. Randy popped by Home Depot and decided to be crafty.
Let’s just put it this way: by the time it was done (more than 24 hours later), he destroyed the first replacement vent he bought, purchased 3 different vent sets, shattered the old asbestos siding that surrounded the vent hole and then cracked two additional replacement ones (and ultimately used packing tape to hold them together for final installation).
Oh, did I mention that he had me stand under him to hold the ladder…as little pieces of asbestos dust and chunks kept falling down and onto my face? Yep, I smell a law suit in a few years.
Anyway, these are the reasons I’m not a big D-I-Y home improvement fan. It reminds me of when Matt and I bought our first condo and I attempted to do some painting myself to save money. I bought all the equipment and paint and ended up having to paint naked because I never realized how much work is involved raising your arms like that for hours on end (and I even bought one of those paint machines that adds paint to the roller via an electric dispenser through the rod/handle (or whatever it’s called). By the end of the ordeal I’d accidentally overflowed the paint so it poured down my bare leg and I had pools of paint (I’m talking 1.5 feet wide) all over the carpet. Fortunately, I was at least smart enough to paint the condo BEFORE having the carpet replaced so the messes made no difference (except for the wasted paint).
We hired a painter to do the rest of the condo. ‘Nuff said.
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You……..you painted NAKED? Doesn’t that pose a whole new host of problems? You never fail to surprise me… lol… Glad you had fun with your party!
But why do tired arms equate to naked necessity? Not that I think need a reason to be naked…
Hmmm….didn’t I see the photospread of this in something like “Advocate Men” some years back?! I’m seriously hoping the paint was latex….ooh…it’s even safe! (grin).
oh, it appears that I forgot to mention why I was naked…it was because the labor involved with painting was making me sweat like a pig! My clothes were getting soaked with sweat so I removed them all.
I know – not a pretty picture (particularly covered in semi-gloss).