Did I say paint is my friend? Oh, now I can but laugh at my naivete. Like this: Hahahaha.
Paint is not my friend; Spackle is my friend. My friend, and yes, my lovah.
Why did no one ever tell me about Spackle, magical magical Spackle, the way it covers all of life's imperfections, and at only 3 bucks a toss. I want to coat my house in Spackle; nay, I want to coat the world in Spackle. I want to Spackle me, I want to Spackle you. I want to Spackle...
Well, he could use some sanding first.
Sometimes when Spackle has nothing left in the tank (you know how that goes) and lies back, exhausted and damp, crying, Enough! Pax!, then I cheat; I take caulking as my lovah. Though afterwards, when there is evidence of what caulking and I have done together -- I feel rather dirty and ashamed. No photos on that front, we're not that kind of blog.
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