The Colonel Hoof-Hearted is enjoying the master bedroom being in shambles. Currently, our bedding and some clothing are taking up half of the couch while I paint. (More of that in a future post) I was so focused on cutting in and cursing worrying about the color I chose I didn’t realize that The Colonel had taken advantage of the bedding/clothing pile. Then, I heard The Mister come in and start laughing. I walked into the den to find this.
I’m sure he will be happy to hear that I’ve decided the paint color is gross and have to repaint.