Gripe City

I have my cranky pants on today. Not that you’re here to read my gripes, but here they are:

{1} Our inspector guy should learn to, well, inspect. J says that if he did his job correctly, we wouldn’t actually have been able to get a mortgage for our house because of all the electrical problems it has. J spent the entirety of the weekend rewiring the house – and paying an electrician to help with the rest. Still not done.

{2} Sinks suck. Our kitchen sink decided to pour its pipey contents all over our newly installed electrical box (see #1 above). And the sink is still leaky with no evident reason. Add it to the list.

{3} Blue painter’s tape sucks. Frog tape – a bit better. The blue painter’s tape ripped off my white trim paint as well as the primer on the wall in the bathroom. My attempt at avoiding the dreaded cutting-in has resulted in more work in the end. Note to self: don’t take shortcuts.

{4} The Home Depot paint people are not always the friendliest. And sometimes they can’t hear or spell. This weekend I came home with Ice Flower when I wanted Ice Floe – and even painted some of it on the wall. Fantastic when you have to return paint in the middle of… painting.

{5} Our backyard is bug city. But my brain must be going buggy because yesterday I decided to sit in the grass without bug spray to paint something. Not smart. It looks like I have chicken pox, round 3. And I’m scratching like a fiend. Not cute.

{6} Painting when electricity is off is not fun. This weekend I could see literal beads of sweat lined up with each leg pore. Gross.

And I think I’ll leave it at six for now because that’s all you or I can take.

In better news, Dexter should be returning this September and I. cannot. wait.