The paint disaster happened on Monday. It was about 6:04am on Tuesday that John and I realized there was no way we could paint this house ourselves. I'm a decent painter, but for the price we're asking for this house, it needs to be a bit more than decent.
Several painting companies were called to come in for quotes. The first one was last night. He's a friend of a friend and a great guy all around. He took a look around, wondered if we were sabotaged by an army of drunk circus folk and then let me know he wouldn't feel good about the job just patching things up. He wanted to paint the whole house.
I won't say what the quote was, but it was so much lower than I thought and I nearly cried. Maybe it's cause I look good in a t-shirt or because there is now a look in my eyes that lets you know I will cut someone if one more thing goes wrong this week. I don't know. What I know is that I gave him a very weird hug and asked him when he could start. He'll be hear next Wednesday.
I have to take a sec here to thank everyone who offered their time and help in the midst of this disaster. Some offered food. Some offered beer. One extra special, and unbelievably awesome chick even offered me her husband!
Why else do you share stories like mine yesterday but to whine, justify the amount of alcohol you've consumed the night before and to be reminded that people actually like you?
