a BBL home, sneak peek...

so, on veteran's day I enlisted my family to come over to our newly rented out apartment that had no air conditioning {yes, we need it in november} and no electricity, so that they could help me paint the putrescent white walls, an array of cheerful and very chic colors.

i would be stretching the truth just a wee bit if i were to tell you that they were a little less than excited. i personally can't understand why they didn't want to give up their perfectly awesome holiday in order to sweat their hooties off...but whatev.

having the awesome family that i do, mama face, dad face and zach face all arrived bearing painting gifts. aka, brushes, edging tapes, rollers, rags and such. i told you it was a holiday. there were presents involved. coolspice!

let me break it all down for ya'lls.

1. the epicness that is..."the paint pants".
let's look past the horrible reeboks that i continually tell her to soak in gasoline and burn in a safe environment. let's focus on the...dun dun dun...pants. yes, that is paint, and yes, those pants almost have a vinyl texture to them because of it. i would almost call them, pleather. awesome. oh mama face...you are a rare breed.

2. ohhh...bff lindsay came too!
lindsay entertained us with her awesomeness. i think my family was happy she was there, because i think they all get sick of hearing the sound of my voice. it's nice to have someone else to off set me. awesome.

3. i wanted zach to stay far away from the paint.
because he is a young lad, i was positive he would spill paint everywhere...or eat it, or something. so he sat in the spare room, playing some game that undoubtedly stole 437 brain cells away from the cranium that we hope will get him into MIT.

4. that was until my mom decided he needed to help.

i don't think i have said, "zach watch out!" more times in my life. actually, i am positive that if we were to walk on a 4 inch platform across the grand canyon, i would say it less times on that occasion. i blame any premature gray hairs on him. and since early grays run in the family, i'm expecting gray hairs any day now.

5. my mom is the queen of painting.
sometimes i wonder where she and how she perfected the skill. she would throw out these instructions that seemed like such a foreign language to a painting virgin, such as i was.

6. dad is good at painting too.
i am starting to wonder whether they both decided to lie to us childrens and tell us that they met each other working at a theater...but in reality they met at a nerdy "i'm a painting champion, and other random skills seminar". i mean...who are these people?

7. if you were wondering...
yes, my dad is cleaning the brushes that my mom asked me to clean.
no, there are no pictures of me from the paint party of 2009.
yes, it appears that i didn't do a lick of work.
no, i am not admitting that i didn't help.
yes, i am good at being bossy, why do you ask?

and that is the best sneak peek you will get.
at least until after christmas.