Packing, moving, and sore muscles.

As most of you know, we are moving once again. I absolutely despise moving. The packing...moving things...and then unpacking. It seems so silly when you are only going a few miles away. The positive thing about it is having a fresh start, getting to redecorate, and get organized!! So first things first...this house needed a serious face lift. More along the lines of Heidi Montag's "10 surgeries in one day" procedure...but you get what I'm saying. First in line is painting. Literally every single room. CEILING AND WALLS. *sigh* My poor muscles hurt just thinking of it. Mom and I started out on this venture last week. About 20 minutes into it, my roller and handle snapped in two, the roller rolled down my ponytail and flew across the floor. I was horrified to say the least. (Not the best start to a very long project.)

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On Sunday Pat and Anne came over to help us paint. THANK GOODNESS! Let me tell you...I took a much bigger project on than I thought I had. Anne has some funny footage on her blog here too. I get a little hyper when I see people other than my Mom. Anne's painting pants got to be her painting pants because they had holes in them...so let's be honest. I took the liberty of tapin' her up. :)

hahahahaha. lovely angle Annie Fannie. :) I can't believe we have to go back tomorrow and keep painting. It's work for slaves I tell you!!! My mom is turning our home into a child labor sweat shop! Heeeeeellllpppppp!!!