The Rooster Must Die
There was at least an acre of wallpaper in my kitchen. And acre of wallpaper to be removed.
You think I'm joking, I know you do. But it was so bad that at one point, I came down the stairs and found my girls hard at work doing wallpaper removal. Is that the sweetest thing?? I didn't even ASK them. Maybe they simply saw how very close to the edge I was.

It's funny, though --they loved the job (as heinous as it is) until I agreed to pay them by the hour and then they sort of lost interest. That's an interesting observation about human nature but I'll be darned if I know what it means.
Here's what the same hallway looked like the next day.

I'm so sick of that freaking rooster--heck, I may never even eat CHICKEN again. Dudes.
Trust me when I tell you...the Rooster must pay.
I started kind of making the rooster a bit more decorative at about hour sixty of wall paper removal.
(See, I told you he looked like he was wearing a top hat!)
Then I dressed him all up for work.
(Get it? DRESSING?) (Oh never mind.)
Then I started fantasizing about dismembering the chicken. I was trying to draw the parts here...
Finally I had to draw the rooster as I really see him.
I know y'all think I've lost my mind but you wouldn't want me bottling up all this frustration and taking it out on Scout, now would you?
You think I'm joking, I know you do. But it was so bad that at one point, I came down the stairs and found my girls hard at work doing wallpaper removal. Is that the sweetest thing?? I didn't even ASK them. Maybe they simply saw how very close to the edge I was.
It's funny, though --they loved the job (as heinous as it is) until I agreed to pay them by the hour and then they sort of lost interest. That's an interesting observation about human nature but I'll be darned if I know what it means.
Here's what the same hallway looked like the next day.
I'm so sick of that freaking rooster--heck, I may never even eat CHICKEN again. Dudes.
Trust me when I tell you...the Rooster must pay.
I started kind of making the rooster a bit more decorative at about hour sixty of wall paper removal.
(See, I told you he looked like he was wearing a top hat!)
Then I dressed him all up for work.
(Get it? DRESSING?) (Oh never mind.)
Then I started fantasizing about dismembering the chicken. I was trying to draw the parts here...
Finally I had to draw the rooster as I really see him.
I know y'all think I've lost my mind but you wouldn't want me bottling up all this frustration and taking it out on Scout, now would you?
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I once had to remove wallpaper from a bathroom when I was a teenager. I actually enjoyed the process. Granted, it only took about two hours. And, it was U-G-L-Y. And, it was in MY bathroom. So I guess I was pretty motivated.
Also, I need something to deface, stat.
Sorry on the Edward update - hope the sump pump lead pans out, though!
When I was younger, we decided to replace our kitchen counter from the weird fake something to granite. And Mom handed Duncan and I permanent markers and we drew all over that counter. Best day ever, let me tell you. ;)