Gah, what a job! This is all because some idiot put latex paint over oil years ago, without using primer first! And the bottom layer on the outside of the door... god knows what that was. I suspect oil, but it was gummy and tenacious, and it smelled like "swamp" (*hopes it wasn't lead*)
Guests tomorrow (just a few-- my brother's mother-in-law can't travel anymore, so his family can't come unfortunately). Today is cooking and cleaning, and I really didn't help with that last part at all, did I?
For your viewing pleasure: Chipmunk Fishing. I'm pretty sure this is a golden-mantled ground squirrel and not a chipmunk, but still. Half of me wants to go, "Wrong! Wrongness and irresponsibility!" The other half wants to blame the victim: "If they weren't so darn cute, people wouldn't be tempted to do these things."
Last night was House, M.D. which means... that I forgot to record Reaper again! Fortunately, it appears to have been a repeat. I'm getting all my missed eps via Torrent, thanks to info from Heather. ♥
Probably going to fire up another round of the Prison Break Fic Exchange imminently, since people are growing impatient. I'll need help with the finish, but I can at least start the signups. Keep a lookout!
Christopher just got back from playing with a friend I'll call "Bob," a great kid whom he adored and then stopped playing with in the space of about 2 months last year. We kept asking why, and finally got, "He's blocking my life-path!" ! The weird thing here is, Christopher knows what he's saying when he makes those kinds of proclamations. So what life-path did he think he had at age 7, and how could another 7-year-old have been blocking it? Living with Christopher is like an eternal pondering of the imponderables.