I Am A Big Fat Liar!

Honestly.

Liar liar pants on fire.

That's me.

Example:

I said I would never paint a single wall on our main level again.

The ceilings are 10 feet high, and our only ladder is 6ft tall.

The last time I taped off the ceilings on our main floor (so that I could paint the walls), was a near death experience.

I teetered on top of several phone books stacked high on our short ladder with my arms stretched to capacity, while I laid painting tape along the ceiling - like only a recovering perfectionist can.

Until the phonebooks slipped from beneath me.

The good news is I lived to swear I would never do that again.

The bad news is I lied.

Isaac was up way too early today and destined to take a marathon nap.

I could have taken a nap too.

I could have caught up on some laundry.

...or started a book, or run on the treadmill, or made a few calls...

Shoot! - I could have done a lot of things with that time!

Look at what I did: (Well... some of what I did...)

I have no idea why I keep doing this to myself but, now that all the prep work and taping is done,

the painting is imminent.

My arms will pay for this for days.

I will ruin my shoes with paint specks.

Sure, the hallway will be beautiful, but I can't help the sneaking suspicion it may have been just as beautiful if I had Googled the local painter.

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Other lies:

I will never shop at Wal-Mart again.

I would rather have rock hard abs than cheesecake.

Lies!

Can we still be friends?