I am painting the attic. The daughter helped me with the primer coat, but still--
I am painting the attic because, after we got half of the attic insulated - in JANUARY - the Wife said we had to paint that half of the attic.
I am painting the attic, even though she didn't mention painting it BEFORE we got the attic insulated.
I am painting the attic, since she thought it was "obvious" that we would have to paint it after the insulation.
I am painting the attic, even though the only time painting is "obvious" to me is when paint is peeling or obviously faded.
I am painting the attic, even though I think it's "just the attic".
I am painting the attic because all of the items in the one half of the attic are now jammed in the other half of the attic, making everything in the attic inaccessible.
I am painting the attic because I want to play my LPs.
I am painting the attic because I want to access my summer clothes.
I am painting the attic because it's the only way to get to about half of my books.
I am painting the attic because there are things on the second floor, including the Christmas decorations, that really need to go up to the attic.
I am painting the attic despite the fact that I hate painting - the feel of paint, the smell of paint. Don't tell me that modern paint has "no smell".
I am painting the attic despite the fact that I can't see the difference between the current light gray walls, the white primer and the yellow paint, so I keep painting over the same areas. Maybe I'm just colorblind.
I am painting the attic now, even though it would have been better to paint the attic in the winter, when it's not as warm.
I am painting the attic, even though it takes time away from writing a decent blog post.
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