Cathy in the Wright

Ahhh...Nothing Like The Smell of Fresh Paint

Good day today!

The VP's perfectionist, handy-man uncle has been around for a couple of days doing some painting and general fix-it stuff that I don't have the time or ability to do. I cannot begin to express how much I admire someone who can paint a room and not leave odd-looking brush strokes across the walls. I tried painting the mudroom (which only the dogs see) and was so embarrassed by the bad job, I had Uncle Larry come out and fix it.

Sorry, Mom. Along with cooking, painting and hanging wallpaper are skills I didn't inherit.

And poor Uncle Larry. He comes out for a couple of days and ends up staying a week because my list keeps growing. If I could just get him to move in with us, I'd be set. He could stay in the guest room (which he just painted) and my house would be in a constant state of renewal. Of course Aunt Jill is welcome to come too, especially if she can cook better than I can.

The next couple of days are going to be filled with preschool friends. The Senator and his buddies have started arranging playdates at school and then informing us mothers about these plans when we arrive.

"Mom! Tyler is coming over to our house this afternoon, and we're both going to Colin's house tomorrow."

Why yes sir. Will refreshments be required? Shall I set out the soccer nets or will you be entertaining inside today? Will there be anything else, sir? No? Very good, sir.

"Mom...please don't talk like that in front of my friends, okay?"

Punk.

I like having his friends over. They're a good bunch of kids. Plus I like scaring the scabs off 'em when I tell them we're having Canada Goose burgers for lunch with baby pheasant chips and gopher milk.

Posted by Cathy at April 21, 2004 09:45 PM