My three sons (& a few daughters)

Q: What do you get when you cross an ice day from school and a $5.00 bucket of paint from Lowes return table?
A:

before

After:

With David moving out in roughly 4 days Bill's parents have generously allowed Bill to move his studio in next door. I'm also trying to get the bedrooms in good enough shape so when friends and/or family finally decide to visit us they have a decent place to stay. I'm just wondering... why would someone paint a room this color in the first place? Here's how I think it happened:

A man and woman are looking at paint samples...

man - "Hey honey squirrel legs! Look at this color for the baby's room! It's called 2 day old bruise purple, I just love it!"

woman - "Aw sugar burrito butt, that is nice, but I was kinda leanin' towards this blood clot red..."

man - "Yuer right dried banana cheeks, that is the perfect color. Then we can put the crib right between the boa tank and the tarantula tank and softly blare Ozzie Osborn music..."
woman- "This's why I luv you so much spinach dumplin', you know just how to melt my heart!"

I don't know - can you think of a better scenario? Anyway it is now habitable, and I'm excited about some finishing touches that came to my mind between 2:00 and 4:30 this morning. I would have rather been sleeping...grrrr.

Enoch has discovered the warmest spot in the house, it's all his because he is the only one who can comfortably fit there...It's in the kitchen. The 'mastermind' who designed the house put it under one of the counters in the kitchen.

Could someone in New Mexico over the next two years PLEASE teach David how to empty his trash? I swear it's 5 steps from here to the trash tote outside! (By the way, in case there are any questioning the bottle, it's a Virgil's Rootbear bottle.