And the Winner is…

My Boy, one of his friends and I had a marathon painting session, and covered all the sludge brown in the house.

My Boy was a champion, putting in several long days in sweltering 30+ temps.

I told him how proud I was, commenting that he didn’t even whine when I worked him like a dog.

“You were only one who complained, Mom.”

“Well, maybe a little…”

“A little!?  It was too hot.  You were tired.  You were hungry.  You didn’t want to paint anymore–”

“Why don’t we appreciate our accomplishments…silently?”

I can’t wait to settle into my Arctic White house!

 

 

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