Remember the last time I wrote? I'm guessing it was a week or so ago, and I remember writing that I was very, very, very tired of working on drywall. I also know that Jerns and I have been working on drywall pretty much every day since then. Jesus, am I tired of working on drywall. The main problem is that I'm just not very good at it. It takes me 5 passes with the knife when I know it would take somebody who was good 1 pass with the knife. And theirs would look better. Frustrating. But, only a few more days and then we'll be done (with the rooms we're working on right now, anyway), and we can start priming this shizzle.
Jeannie and I watched The Hustler the other night. I had seen it when I was a kid, and I remember liking it. The other night it was OK. Better than The goddam Bucket List, which Jeannie made me watch a few weeks ago. Next up in my Netflix movie watchin' list: Die Hard. Never seen it.
My folks are going to be coming out for a visit in a few weeks. Hopefully it will not be a repeat of last year. The plan is to go down to the Eastern Shore and stay out of the house as much as possible. I am cautiously optimistic about the visit.
Jeanners is buggin' me about letting her use the computer, so I guess I should go. Plus, I gotsta poo.
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