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.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEo81swsTqgY0CabNnVoXWzpoECam-9ci8u4gQO0xaV8_tHYnIuJslIEiRDxAk0ST_ioBny4TeZdLZrvySUazg3WQMGmSksi9zkPwB-3U_csMyiyVTWG9YB3G5DfQmbHrBrDkR/s400/girls+help0001.JPG)
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.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2xurEHr6poQlShNaHKddc-ZbsYt1q9KCTCgPdDYGiaTlZ9w4NequsrIM-rGWDK2M4Ltxspm03aNyvcGrtGYaXddi77y14-0gY8ZMMH6KAiGiWV3Y-_WIcg9Q4-7G9ZlEJjG5/s400/no+rooster+hall0001.JPG)
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.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHxbKiQ54nSo64YAnymfqW-AzSMZZ31yekLf63-zE2R_NcXr1H8GCPI5ksxAWXVL4angdvlxj_MKI_vFV6Z-znKkAiL6iNY0tXXjElJVqdY_qD4dNW-PM0EBqKOthBXF5GPk74/s400/GDrooster0002.JPG)
(See, I told you he looked like he was wearing a top hat!)
Then I dressed him all up for work.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_m773NP2FhKrQLMEBMHoQUVWWt70tU9zD-KJiatiZH-lWUFvgcMiy7yCushIGtDejhpox1Qor2_2vQR7kCFNjGGtr1JDvBzJ4h5bhUfhJUOp_etpjivh24p12wbEaCtqZlK2R/s400/GDrooster0006.JPG)
(Get it? DRESSING?) (Oh never mind.)
Then I started fantasizing about dismembering the chicken. I was trying to draw the parts here...![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-NM_OL_SvyvaAOxkZN-aAxvxlu0ExQMsrfW3bOJStIwWyF4JUid5lMeuZnMiv_mvU6w7EgBT3iyDZ1HpiiZ_HmwFq8MFc9Dtf3M1qBscd12PlVDRjaFxCjblPrWCP1iGzJDS2/s400/GDrooster0009.JPG)
Finally I had to draw the rooster as I really see him.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAS_3PuGqmja4KLCoBLW2JH_EhHb1jDwnLzSKbFsSUiUa6cfyvV3KSWBb3SYVo1bJq3GT0sEgE3I7CTaLruaxwnyJLG3K3cJLicmrtOZX7TBMBcDDqf1jGdBBCX_y7ROoIoRKl/s400/GDrooster0008.JPG)
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?
Comments
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. ;)