Since it's weirdly 65 degrees in the middle of January, it seemed like a good time to paint the new back door. Wm wanted to help out, so I made him strip to his underpants thinking that would decrease the mess. Still, it only lasted about 5 minutes before Steve discovered he had tracked paint everywhere and he was sent to play with Legos elsewhere. It was cute while it lasted.
And, anyway, Steve is crabby in general today.
Me: Am I aging well? Or do I look like an old dishrag, ya think?
Steve: You look fine.
Me: Fiiiine, huh? Well, be careful or I may start to get a big head with compliments like those.
Steve: [silence]
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