I am still printing out the last twenty Christmas letters. I just can’t quite get it together and my newish printer is recalcitrant, and now, low on black ink. You’d think it would be simple to print out 90 Christmas letters (with three full-color pictures), but the printer has balked from the start at printing more than three pages at a time.
In the meantime, I started painting my family room. I had painted red stripes on one long wall six years ago when I was pregnant and I am so over the red stripes. I painted my family room bright gold a few years back to match a bright gold couch (the theory being that if the quite ugly couch matched the walls, it would disappear). It did work, the couch is long gone and the walls remain gold. Soon, those walls will be a sedate shade of “Wheatfield.”
I bought a “PaintMate,” which is an ingenious syringe-type device. You suck the paint into the handle and then the paint dispenses into the roller as you’re painting. No paint trays, no fuss, no muss. If only it were capable of taping the baseboards and edging along the ceiling.
I made the mistake of giving my 14-year old a digital camera and now it’s as if we are living with the paparazzi. I may go stark raving mad and shave my head if the constant hounding does not stop and stop soon.
By the way, I am sick to death of hearing Britney Spears referred to as a “young mother.” She is twenty-six years old! Twenty-six, people! Since when is twenty-six a “young mother”? The media makes it sound like a baby of twenty-six years old should be excused from being a good mother on the basis of her youth alone. How utterly ridiculous. When I was twenty-six, I . . . walked to school . . . uphill . . . both ways . . . ten miles . . . in the snow.
Well. Anyway. Twenty-six is not “young,” if you ask me, nor an excuse for irresponsibility.
Kids have arrived to play, making me think painting a second coat on my formerly striped wall now would be a mistake. Nevertheless, I am going to start that project right now because the sooner I finish, the sooner I’ll be done. And a little latex paint never hurt anyone.