We taped and primed the nursery walls yesterday, blasting music from downstairs that included some B-52s. The cops didn't come, so that noise must have been drowned out by the sound of Elizabeth making fun of the little priming I tried to help with. (Don't worry, environmentalists... the primer is no-VOC and I just used a little brush to do a corner.)
Despite being teased by my Executive Design Team, we ended the day with chicken enchiladas. I figure, if I'm going to have an Executive Design Team working for free, I should feed them well.
Today, Hunter's off work, and he, Mom and Elizabeth are tackling the room! I'm going to assemble some shelves and generally heckle them.
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