The last couple of weeks have been busy ones. Josh has been out hunting almost every chance he gets. In fact, tonight he came home and told me that he didn't see a single deer out on the desert, but almost stepped on a rattlesnake. I told him there aren't any deer out on the desert because they have all willed themselves to die because they realized that they have wandered into the middle of nowhere and are now in hell on earth (rattlesnakes included). I told him if he got bit that he would probably die out there because no one in their right mind is going to go traipsing out through rattlesnake country to find him.
I spent the past couple of weekends at my mom's house helping her paint. Sounds easy, right? That is what I thought until I realized that almost her entire house is covered in oil paint from when the house was first built 33 years ago. So that lead to a very long weekend of priming. Not only that, but when we decided to "paint" the bathroom, what we really ended up doing was ripping off wallpaper, tearing out old caulk, recaulking, spackling the walls, putting up molding, put up crown molding, and trust me the list goes on and on. It wouldn't have been so bad if the whole process wouldn't have been one step forward and eight steps back. To make a very long story short, let's just say that non-paintable caulk is a whole lot different than paintable. And maybe, just maybe, my mom should look at the label a little bit closer before she hands me a caulking gun and says "Don't worry about getting it all over the walls because we can just paint over it." Needless to say I'm smearing this crap halfway up the wall, before we realize that she grabbed what she thought was paintable caulk. Not so much. The next day consisted of me, about 40 straight edge razors, and a metal cleaning brush. Long, long weekend.
And these pictures just go to show that boys will be boys. Gross, gross boys.
