The Girl likes blue. When we told her that we would be moving her into the computer room, which is just a touch smaller than her room, she was distraught — until we told her we would repaint it and she could choose the color.

Monday we worked on the trim. Yesterday, I roughed in the walls, painting the edges so I could attack it today with just a roller.

Of course there was a temptation, and I did succumb to said temptation…

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