BACK TO NORMAL

With the exception of a few touch ups, I am offically finished painting. It's a good thing too, my body is nearly given out. Considering that, I didn't paint myself to death yesterday, I don't feel as bad this morning. I only had one large wall to paint yesterday. Both my hands and back aren't killing me. I now knwo what my husband feels like, an a daily basis. He has such great pains in his hands, from carrying mail for over 13 years.

I couldn't imagine, what that must have felt like until now. Over the past week and a half, I have woken up with swollen fingers. Again, can you believe that he has experienced that, for all of these years? His hands, are in such bad shape physically that, he can never pop his knuckles. They say that, poping your knouckles is bad for you anyway. By the way, that's only a myth. According to my former College, Anatomy Professor; this does no harm harm to your hands. That popping sound, is only gas escaping from inbetween your knucles. So, you've learned something today.

Never-the-less, I only have to put this house back together. This includes, putting my pictures back on the walls. Gee... what great fun. However, I would much rather do that then paint. My husband keeps saying, "I'll be glad when, this house is back together." I'm getting there, just hold your horses! It will happen soon enough. Happy redecorating ya'll.