my arms are rubber
I wish I had a penchant for exaggeration because I don't know how words can possibly express how unbelievably exhausted and, well, made of rubber I felt last night after painting for two days at S.'s house. Oh. My. God. I was hurtin'. I could barely walk. This morning as I made an omelette, it was all I could do to whisk the eggs. There's still more work to do, but since I had a tooth extracted this morning, and this qualifies as "oral surgery," I am not allowed to do anything strenuous for the next day or so. But the living room looks incredible and the little red bathroom is just darling. Amazing what a couple coats of paint'll do.
A nap is in my near future. Indeed.
Labels: whining
posted by aerobil @ 9:03 AM
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2 Comments:
Sorry you lost a toothie-peg! Not fun. But you certainly sound like you're having the time of your life, even if you're "dog"-tired, exhausted, aching, done-in, decorating S's pad. Looking forward to the next installment (and pictures?).
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I'm not sure this qualifies as whining, considering the circumstances. Now, if you did as much painting as I did this morniing (45 minutes) and then proceeded to describe your exhaustion, that would definitely be whining. And anything with the word "surgery" involved deserves much commiseration!
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