If that wasn’t bad enough, another roll FLEW into the middle between the two front seats and pushed my car’s gear shift into neutral. While I was driving. On the freeway. NOT. GOOD. Thoughts of messed up transmissions and costly repairs along with the “what if’s” went through my Diva head. What IF the Proflex were just a bit heavier and I DID slam on the brakes? Would I experience a Final Destination chain reaction with the Proflex jamming into the back of my head and splattering MY brain into the windshield? Hmmm….better slow down, Diva girl, slooooow down. After that, I went into the right lane and stayed WAY the hell back from the car in front of me. Live and learn. (and don’t tell the DJ, ok?)
The DJ and I work well as a team and we spent the entire weekend painting. Since I hate the fiddly work, he primes, tapes and paints close to the edges. I am the workhorse, rolling the bulk of the paint on the walls. We did each room in three coats and you better believe that La Diva was in that hot tub by the end of the night. Oddly enough, I felt the pain more ON MONDAY and had a blister on my hand from the roller!
The living room went from this caca brown…
Originally posted 2011-09-18 15:06:00.