As many of you know we recently moved from our big log cabin. It was a nice home, but we had dirty water the last three months of living there. It was not fun to have the water always look yellow. Camille kept thinking Adam didn't flush the toilet after using...towards the end Adam kept saying, "If it's yellow, let it mellow, if it's brown, flush it down." Camille was not amused. At any rate, we moved to a nice, cozy house in down town. Before we moved in, we asked to paint the walls because they were a faded yellow (man, we can't escape yellows...yellow water, yellow walls...enough with the yellow!). Camille picked out a nice brown color and away we went.
Adam hated every second of painting. He whined and complained and said he will never paint again. However, after all was said and done, he loved the color and admitted that he would help paint. We only had two days to finish the painting before we had to be out of our old house, so we painted for four hours the first night and six the next. We were exhausted, but the house looks nice. Adam was so excited to almost be done he did a paint dance. Camille thought it made him look a little limp of wrist and told him never to do it again.