Friday, May 13, 2011

This Old House

There are days when I just cannot believe I am a lesbian.

I tried to paint the frame of the garage today.  I thought, this will be simple right?  Hmmmmm.  Not so.

I naively thought that the old paint since it was peeling would come right off.  I was not counting on the fact that the garage frame has not been  painted since, oh, 1952 and so when I tried to scrape the paint off the wood came right along with it.  I spent most of the day picking splinters out of my fingers. 

I tried to get the old paint off, I really did.  I scraped.  I sanded.  I caulked.  But then I gave up.  And I just painted over it.  And it's gonna peel off.  And I don't care.

I am just not a This Old House kind of girl.