I've been begging Daddy Dearest to let me paint my room for the longest time, and I finally picked a color recently, so he relented to buying the paint for me on the condition that I do all the work, which I totally planned on doing and thus agreed to immediately. So yesterday we went out in two different thunderstorms to find the most reasonably priced paint with no problems other than my getting soaking wet. We started prepping the walls and I started painting my closet doors, then we decided to call it a night. This morning I was woken up by the sound of sandpaper on the walls, and next thing I knew, Dad was painting the whole room for me. No complaints here. As I was putting the second coat on the doors and Dad was putting a second coat on the walls, I turned some music on. Without saying anything to my dad, I picked Elton John because we both love his music (Daddy even took me to an Elton John concert a couple months ago #sospoiled). A couple songs into the greatest hits album this exchange happened: Dad: Is this guy trying to sound like Elton John? Me: Daddy, this is Elton John. It's his greatest hits. It's your cd. Dad: Oh, he sounds too young. Me: ... So needless to say, we had a great time painting and singing. Now everything is painted, and I'm just waiting for it to dry so I can move all my furniture back in. KB PS: Here's a sneak peak at the colors:
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