I have paint in my hair...

and a few other places, too. Today Kathy came to the shop, to 'watch the kids', which I took to mean 'help you paint'... so I handed her the tiny roller gizmo and away we went. All the bead board Kenny I ('cuz there's two now, 'member?) had up is now coated in not one, but two chalky white coats of primer. Somehow I have to get all five kids up and at 'em tomorrow morning, buy paint rollers (fat, squishy ones) and be prepared to do this again.

This is Bette, everybody. I am not so agile, so energetic, or so inclined to get on a ladder myself. I did make a few attempts to paint whilst standing on the ladder later in the day, but only because Bette is a nurse, and has already proven herself capable of saving my life before. She would never let me perish, so, yeah, I climbed that ladder... did I mention the TWELVE foot ceilings in this place? Ugh.

Here is Kathy, who did *not* want to be photographed. I snuck up all stealthy-like and got her anyway, just so you don't think I'm being assisted by only my imaginary friends. How much would that suck, to be *this close* to opening the shop, to find myself in a really tight coat in a super cozy room. Hmmm, okay, so that isn't the worst thing that could happen. Gotta do it again tomorrow; hope everyone out there has a fabulous Friday... I will just have more paint in my hair. Cami