Dirt. Frosting. Paint. Sugar. Lots of scrubbing. Man, what crazy days these were, and it’s only the beginning.
That’s what our weekend was like. First we had to celebrate the first birthday of my niece’s daughter, Lili-Anne. (What does that make her? My grand-niece?). The cutie had her first true taste of sugar with a cake that took the shape of her dear Tickle Me Elmo. Boy, was it messy!
We considered taking her with us to our new house so that she could give us a hand with the other messy job waiting for us: painting. Ah, the joy of scrapping, cleaning, being on your knees for hours to do the trimming, climbing up and down a ladder and roll the walls! I could keep on doing this forever (in fact, it already feels like I have). We turned our living room from baby yellow to Papillon de Nuit, a rather unsatisfying task as the change wasn’t dramatic but I think the end result is a lot classier. But don’t you dare calling it beige!
Still, I wonder: do you gain weight just by hanging out in a room which has been painted the color of Haagen-Dazs coffee ice cream?
