(Guess what? It's hard to take a picture of a hallway, especially a long, dark hallway. Nonetheless, I wanted to share with you the peachy goodness of our newly painted upstairs. I believe before we're done the whole house will be painted orange. Funny, that wasn't the plan.)
By writing this, I am officially procrastinating. I'm back from Home Depot with some more paint supplies, and any second now I'm going to finish up the trim in the hallway. I just have to remind myself how absolutely fabulous it will look when I'm done. Worth the pain and the paint in my hair.
Will, it turns out, has Strep. The fast culture at the doc's office said negative, the culture that was sent to the lab said think again. My husband probably has Strep, too. So far, Jack and I seem to be fighting it off, though my throat keeps tickling. It doesn't seem to understand that I refuse to get sick. I'm done with sick.
It's a teacher's workday, so the boys are home from school (Will would be home from school either way). Outside, the rain is cold and the skies are dreary. I can already feel a nap coming on. I better get painting.
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