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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!
July 31, 2009 at 8:39 PM
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.
August 3, 2009 at 11:17 AM
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?
August 4, 2009 at 3:56 PM
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