Plans Change

Did you ever start a project?  You know the kind - one that involves, say, ordering a standard piece of furniture, assembling it, and then using it?  How about one that starts with ordering a TV stand for the basement, having it come in a color other than what you were expecting (although if you had shown your wife the color, she would have known it wasn't going to be white even though the photo looks white because it says "antique") so you decide to paint it bright white.  Only the paint won't wet the surface (meaning it beads up and looks like hell) so you buy special primer that also doesn't work.  You then try to wash it off (or, rather, your wife does and being a woman and not a handyman thinks that washing means you use water which is bad for particle board) which may have ruined a tiny piece.  You then end up sanding every square inch down to (almost) bare particle board so that you can paint it. 

Except that's not the end.  Oh, no.  Because you also ordered a new computer desk in the same color from the same company.  And that then has to be painted bright white.  And bright white won't go with the off-white of the walls.  So after you strip (by sanding) the desk and repaint it you have to decide on a color for the walls (a long, painful process that went from gray, to blue, to rose, to red, back to blue).  Then you paint the walls and decide they might be too dark with the dark wood bookcase and desktop (actual desktop, not a wood desktop computer - although ours IS from the stone age).  And you try to talk your wife into letting you paint the bookcases bright white, too.  But she's had enough and just wants to use the friggin computer in a room with a desk and doesn't give a flying fig about what color the bookcases are any more!  (Incidentally, this is how the room got to be blue.  I just.wanted.it.painted.already!!).

{SIGH}  This is how Mr. MOTH spent the 17 days he had off from work for Christmas.  Happy Holidays, indeed!