Okay, so it's not quite the Sistine Chapel, but we did paint our ceilings today. Scott got rather significantly messier than I did, since he was the master of the paint sprayer, while I was just the lowly backroller. Sprayer or no sprayer, though, painting isn't very fun. Building your own house certainly teaches you to be grateful for your own cozy job that doesn't involve painting or drywall mud or PVC cement or pulling wire or lifting asphalt shingles on a daily basis. Aaaah, slinging wood.
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