I Do Windows?

The past two days have been rough physically. We've been scrubbing, polishing, painting... yeah. About the painting. So M, P and I spent the better part of Monday painting the stairwell. It's cinderblock, so we did a light coat of block filler. I kept saying, "Wait shouldn't this be thicker?" but P said it was fine. Okay. But... yeah. Apparently it wasn't good enough for the interior decorator, so she's having a professional crew come in to redo it. An entire day's worth of work. Down the tube. Fuck.

It's been sort of fun though. I really enjoy this kind of thing, even though it is quite tiring. Cleaning the boys' locker room was DISGUSTING. I can't believe they rented this place to us in this condition. We're renting out the bottom of a YWCA. It's so gross. It's taken so much work to even make it workable, not to mention a nice looking place for kids to study. But beggars can't really be choosers. It was all we could afford. Right now we have the basement and first floor. Next year we either want to take on the second floor to accommodate another grade or move to an entirely new location.

So, silly, probably-not-so-funny-but-really-funny-to-me story.

We were finishing putting painters tape on the ceiling yesterday. There are sections over the stairs that we can't reach, even with a ladder.

N "P do you have any rulers?"

P "Why?"

N "I need something to use for tacking the tape on. Anything long and stiff will do."

Of course, I'm a completely immature person and start cracking up. No one catches it at first except for M, who manages only snort and snicker a little bit. N and D are just looking at me weird. Suddenly P turns bright red and says "Carp, you're going to have to clean up your sense of humor before school starts" (with a smile).

He walks out of the hallway to get the ruler.

N "What just happened?"

M and me "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

Yeah.