Ouch, ouch, ouch...

We're refinancing our home loan to take advantage of lower interest rates, and that means having an appraiser into the house. And THAT means doing some of the things on the Honey-Do list.

Number one on the list was painting the main part of the downstairs ceiling. Several years ago, Number 1 Son splashed a bunch of water out of the tub, and it ruined our ceiling downstairs. I cut the spot out, let it dry, and then patched the hole up. You can hardly even tell how bad a job I did on it. :) [If you are my appraiser, I'm joking, of course.] Then I painted over the patched spot with some new ceiling paint that almost, but not quite, matched the rest of it. And then we waited. Why? Because we HATE to paint ceilings, and it didn't look all that bad. No one would notice but us, except of course an appraiser. Yesterday, we painted. I rolled, and Milady edged. I know I can barely walk, and I can only imagine how sore she is.

That said, we now have a nice, matching ceiling, and even new curtains in the kitchen. Not bad for one afternoon's work. Now if I can just get enough energy to walk back upstairs to take my shower....