This past weekend was full... full of no fun!
Jason and I took on a huge project in our bedroom called: wallpaper... never again!
We didn't intend to open the wallpaper door, but never the less it has been opened and ripped off the hinges. We have lived in our hose for about 2.5 years. I moved in hating the hideous blue on white floral print from the 80's, but of coarse nothing has ever been done about it. So, we decide to sell the house and now we choose to better our room. Isn't that the way it always goes. My house is going to be exactly the way I wanted it, and I'm going to pack my bags and move right out. Oh, well. Back to the story... OK, the wallpaper was placed right onto the dry wall, meaning that I can't get it off for nothing! I lie, I could get it off if I really wanted but it would take me two weeks! Not going to go down that road. We picked out a new paper. Not bad... striped and neutral. We spent all day Sunday trying to get it up and we are only half way done with the room. But, it looks great, for wallpaper. (I'm usually strictly a paint girl) I was hoping the job would be done on Sunday, but it will not be finished I'm thinking til, oh, next Sunday. I just don't even want to try and get going on it after work. We are both too tired and would most definitely kill each other in the process. "It's not strait!" "That's not my fault!" " Your getting glue on the carpet!" "No I'm not!" So job postponed until next weekend.
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