But I caught myself. Now everything hurts. I must of pulled my liver out of it's original position and it landed on top of my kidneys...or maybe my heart fell down and my kidneys when up. That would mean I would be peeing out of my mouth...right? So far I'm not pissing out of my mouth...but of course I am...because I am blogging.
Edging....is a dirty word in the painting industry. Who here can do a smooth edge between the ceiling and the wall? If you say yes, you are liars....and your pants are on fire....and your noses are growing inches as we speak. I have used 9,450 yards of the green Home Depot masking tape to stop me from painting on stuff that shouldn't be painted on. Nothing helps..... but Gord has only given me a pathway of hmmm maybe of two feet from the wall to the crap he has in the centre of the room. Sometimes even less....It's me the ladder and the roller...two inches from my face as we roll. Nothing better than being that close to a roller full of paint. Or then when you get off the ladder to paint the bottom of the section ...that is not wide enough to squeeze a cat through...and you are laying on a cold dirty cement floor with your legs up in the air because there is not enough room for you and all his shit at the same time. But you still have a paint brush in your hand...because you knew the roller was only going to be a big problem in such a tight space. You put the paint brush between your teeth and try to paint the wall while laying on the cold dank floor like a Artist who cannot see. My jowls hurt. I think I may have painted some of my teeth a ugly grey beige color. Son of a bitch....what I do to to make a few bucks.
Balonie... getting out her gun