Why?

We painted again this weekend....a lot!

Rachel's room was bright blue, so not only did we have to paint it...we had to primer it as well...blah!!! We ended up painting Rachel's room, the hallway, and the kids' bathroom. Not fun at all, but blasting the music so loud that I'm sure they neighbors were singing along makes the experience not too terribly agonizing.

As if painting wasn't enough torture all in itself, I ended up breaking my poor pinky toe. It's inevitable that I will kick something and stub my toe(s) at least once a week or so. It seems that Rusty and I have this in common. My sudden hatred for any random object is something that I will never understand. Stubbing toes and biting your tongue. Why?

My poor wittle toe....I think it's about 4 different shades of blue, black, purple, and black.

The most frustrating thing about breaking my toe other than the obvious pain? I just bought two new pairs of shoes Friday night, and I can't even enjoy them!!

Oh well..