grumble, grumble

I've blogged a bit (or a little more than a bit) about how we're painting the outside of our house. It's been kind of a long, long, wet, cold, long spring, but it gave us time to buy and then paint and then buy some more and then paint the seven samples on our walls to choose from. We had a beautiful weekend and got most of the painting done, and then we bought (three...we're funding our local Home Depot with just sample paint colors) more samples for the trim, shutters, and doors. Saturday was supposed to be another wonderful day with a storm moving in on Tuesday, so we got taping and painting and I loved the paint color. It looks like chocolate pudding. Which might seem kind of weird to you, but it looks just right with the main paint color. So we're painting away...and I see clouds moving in...and I paint faster...and then Farris, who is the practical one in our family, says that we better stop. So our house is still taped and half painted. Grumble, grumble. Our neighbors must think we're crazy. Well, I think they knew that after the first Joseph in his underwear incident. How embarrassing to be standing in the driveway lecturing a three year old on the necessity of clothes when your sweet neighbor comes out to put her trash in the dumpster. Oops. Anyway, moving on. I love rain. We never had quite enough growing up in the desert-y part of Idaho, and we'd get a little giddy when it came. The smell of rain on sage brush! Can't even explain, you just have to experience it. But I want just a few days of sun, please! I just want to finish the painting and then I'll gladly stand outside soaked with rain just to look at our pretty (ier) house. Just a wish, Mr. Weatherman. And next time: get it right!

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