Right now, Wallpaper sounds good...
Monday, June 04, 2007
I have had a fucking fiasco of a weekend. I am sure it will be funny in a week or never. But right now, nasomush
Here is a small taste of my mood, should anyone over the age of eighteen be reading:
Fucking paint. I hate you paint. I'm never painting again.... until tomorrow night when we will try YET afuckingain to make you go on the wall like you are supposed to! I hate Stupid people giving us stupid advice that is so fucking wrong!! We are shit for brain retards for listening to the MIL in the first freaking place. Shoot me. Please.. . Please?
I need a hug
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posted by Bluepaintred @ 10:22:00 PM
21 Comments:
I'm unbelievably happy that I managed to be the first person to post you the hug you need.
However.. wouldn't you appreciate a nice beverage instead... you know, the kind they don't serve to anyone under 19?
If this keeps up, I'm going to drive there and haul some cheer to you!
And I agree... painting is a crappy job. After the beverage, I'll ask why it won't stick to the wall and what that bad advice was.
Painting is a royal pain!
Btw, Blue, I sent you an e-mail.
Did you receive?
fracas yay hugs. And yes it is days liek this that make me wish I drank. But I don't, so the hugs are what I will take solace in.
mixednut Painting sucks monkey snatch. I did not get the email. My email provider does not let me have at least half of my email. I am going to make my blog email be bluepaintred@gmail.com, so if you want to try that one, it will work. I hope
sheila if you call me to come over and paint I swear I will cry.
Ok... then the hugs come with all the chocolate, and stuff like that there that you need.
I won't call you to paint. Want to dig out lawn instead? LOL. I hate lawn.
Okay, I will hug you, but don't squeeze too hard, as I am very delicate.
Big, serious hugs to you.
There are so many things I would rather do then paint. I hate painting. That may be why many walls in my house are just bare plaster. I like to tell myself that it is the new "rustic, deconstructed" look. It works for me.
Maybe it's just me, but the more expensive the paint, the more trouble I have with it.
Big hug, and a super size box of chocalate cherries to go with
MM
A 150 billion hugs coming your way. And a paint brush. Smile.
I used to paint anything that didn't move.
Now? The thought of painting an entire room fills me with horror.
Or maybe I'm just getting lazy in my old age. Heh.
Oh man. I'm sorry. I was wondering how the painting went. You need a good book and a long bath. That'd help me.
Sheila Sigh. It's seven, but please don't make me paint!
Fracas mmm chocolate....*droolz* we have rocks in our front yard. I'd rather have lawn LOL
Mr.Fab You need more calcium. or something. Why are you delicate?
One Tall Momma it's not that I hate painting. on a normal day it fills me with excitement and joy . but this ...fiasco.. is really starting to get to me.
Blogarita this was just plain old BEHR paint..
Mother Marnee chocolate cherries? You have some? GIMMEE!
Shelli seeing as we tossed the brushes in a fit of temper, and by we I mean me, the brush is much appreciated.
J. I'm still trying to imagine painting something that does move.
like the cat
marilyn Hah. last night I was too mad for a bath. I think I will rectify that once I sent the brat off to school.
((blue))
hugs, chocolate & oreos!!! Just this weekend I was wishing for WALLS to paint instead of board upon board upon littleass board...HA. So I wanna hear the bad advice - come on, you know I'm snoopy.
And I painted a cat once. It was moving.
Can you believe some people love to paint???? Im not one of them and neither are you! lol
(((((Hugs)))))
better? ;)
you need to hire some sexy man-slaves to do the job for ya. ;)
Yeah I like wallpaper better.
Give the kids chocolate and let them put hand prints ( or poo) on the wall. Then, give them fruit punch and skittles and point them at the wall when they puke(you KNOW that stuff don't come off) Tell everyone it's modern art!(Hey, Jackson Pollack did it!)
Hey! I was only kidding about abusing your kids that way *wink*
Oh, oh.. oh. I'll trade you some of my lawn for your rocks. I'm assuming you mean big rocks. I, being a girl.. likes my rocks big.
So hows about it? We can meet in some dark alley wearing raincoats and smoking... ok forget the smoking since I quit that 24 years ago, but we can still make the trade. I hate lawn and love rocks. You love lawn and hate rocks.
We should do this.
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