I have mentioned in the past that my Sainted wife loves to paint. This wonderful skill - revealed only after we were married (it would have factored heavily to her benefit had I known it beforehand, but happily we didn't need any more supporting evidence) - has served me handily with beautifully painted rooms on the cheap.
But, (and isn't there always the but?) there is a dark side. See, she loves to paint. Just paint. Not so much the prep work or where to store the dozens of paint cans that seem to multiply like bunnies around these projects.
It reminds me of the TV show 'Monk' - he called his detecting skills a blessing...and a curse, and so, it would seem, is my wife's enthusiasm for painting. It devolves to me to sand, scrape, putty and otherwise set things up - one of the more under-appreciated and tedious aspects of painting, she swoops in and paints, gets all the glory and swoops out while I put everything away - the OTHER tedious aspect of painting.
Curmudgeons suffer for their freebies.
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