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Peanut Butter and Jelly

So....obviously I have developed a bad habit lately of not wearing pants. No, really I just have a stupid phone that promised to be really cool...promised being the key word there.
I decided this past week that the greatest adventure of my entire life is going to be remodeling my stupid house. Last weekend I decided to be brave and paint the walls in my kitchen so my dad could hang up the cabinets. I went to Home Depot and picked out my very favorite color, Wilmington Tan (I think I loved it because it was tan and because I really loved Wilmington, DE!!) Well, it was just a LITTLE too dark for my little tiny kitchen...I asked the guy at the counter if he could help me out. He said that he would just add a fourth of the color and it would be much lighter and just what I was looking for. :) He mixed it, it looked great, I took it home, I painted the walls...........it looked like a freakin clown had painted the walls! And it looked like I took a great big jar of peanut butter and smeared it all over the walls. But don't worry, I bought some nice red paint for one of the walls in my family room - I now officially own a peanut butter and jelly house. Oh, just for the record - that was NOT intentional!

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Annette said…
I guess the house financing finally went through- that's so awesome! And besides the fact that it is now a peanut butter and jelly house- it's still yours! Todd and I laughed so hard at the imagery!!

I've missed talking with you. Hope you are well. We will talk soon. Love ya!
Unknown said…
bwhaha! So does that mean at your house warming party the main entree will be artistically arranged PB&J sandwiches? Cause I think it should be.
Jessica said…
Ha ha! I can't wait to see it! And I second the PB&Js at your house warming party. Which you ARE having, k?

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