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Happy Frickin’ Valentine’s Day to You, Too.

In light of the fact that Justin and I celebrated Valentine’s Day together for the first time 3 years into our relationship and bought each other a marriage “game over” t-shirt and the complete box set of Carmen Electra’s Strip Aerobics (can you guess who received which gift?), you would think I’d be over this V-day thing entirely and that this year we’d kick back on the couch, trough some sloppy joes, and practice opening beer bottles with our butt cracks.

However, I’ll have you know, romance isn’t entirely dead to me on this day.

In fact, this year we’re doing something super romantic.

That’s right.

We’re working on our master bedroom.


Technically we worked on it over the weekend and I will be painting the walls on my day off tomorrow, so really tonight we might hang the light or something, then sit on the floor admiring our handiwork while eating sloppy joes — the homemade kind, not the crap from a can.  Because we’re crazy like that.  And to me, nothing says love like ground beef on a bun.

Anyway, we are making progress.  Justin primed and painted the ceiling, and I cleaned and painted all of the baseboards, door and window trim.

*NOTE: If you’re going to take on a room painting project and the trim needs to be painted as well, start with the trim FIRST.  Just trust me on this.

FYI, cleaning a room after popcorn removal and ceiling sanding is not an easy task.  It requires a shop vac, a regular vac, patience, and some elbow grease.  Guess which one of these 4 I don’t have.

While Justin was at work last week, I got started on the grungy baseboards.

You can see how bad they were, even post-scrubbing.

Ignore the “special” trim brush I’m using and my creepy red hand.  My hand isn’t really that red.

I hated that paint brush.  When I did the rest of the trim over the weekend, I found it much more effective to use my usual Wooster shortcut brush.

That big flat spatula tool that Justin had used to scrape the ceiling worked wonderfully to hold down the carpet while I painted the baseboards.

I was meticulous about not getting paint on the carpet.  That is, until I got paint on the carpet.

Lots of it.

This is after instinctively glopping (because that’s a word) the bulk of it up with some paper towels.

See, I was wedged between the wall and the dresser, and in my haste to get out from the confined space, I spilled the paint.  And while we’re going to replace the carpet eventually, I’d rather not have a huge paint splotch constantly reminding me of my inadequacies until that day arrives.

So, after hastily consulting Facebook on my phone, I went to work dumping water onto the spill and soaking it up with a towel before reading the responses.

Turns out this was a wise move, since my oh-so-helpful Facebook plea responses included: gum, bleach, peanut butter, scissors, an ice cube, carpet colored paint, a rug, and urine.

Thanks, guys.

Really, though — this is why I love my friends.  They make me laugh when I kind of want to cry.  And there were definitely some useful tips too, like water, a carpet shampooer, and this stuff.

Fortunately though, the water/towel method ended up working just fine since I didn’t let the paint dry, and there was no need to pull out the ol’ shampooer or overnight myself some latex paint remover.


Remember how I told you that every DIY project takes much longer than you would expect?


I’m starting to think it’s just me.

So.  Are you doing anything special for V-day like hanging a ceiling light or watching paint dry?

It’s not that I have a problem with Valentine’s Day — it’s just that I’m not really into the typical accoutrements (hearts, candy, flowers, hearts, sappy cards, and hearts) that come with it.  Now.  If Justin were to bring home… say… 2 airline tickets to the Galapagos Islands, we’d be in business.

I’m a simple girl, really.

I know.  He’s totally got it made.


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Good work on the paint spill I can guess that was probably as much fun to clean up as single has on v day lol !:P


Don’t let v-day get to you. It’s SO overrated. ;)


A good, ol’, household DIY project sounds like just the ticket for Valentine’s Day to me… Especially when it’s the master bedroom! I went to get Hubby a card today to go along with a couple little gifts (already overkill, because he usually gets 1 or just the card)…but cards are $7.99?!!!!! No card.


Your card was $7.99??! Talk about an insane mark-up. That’s just ludicrous. For that much, it should cook you dinner and cheer you both on while you have sex.



The card I *wanted* was $7.99. Since I was quite certain it would refuse to do those other things you mentioned… or even any laundry or anything… I left it at the store! I think it may have been more $$ than the gift it was supposed to accompany, or at least close.


Nothing says ‘I love you’ like getting stuff done. Not that we didn’t do lots of awesome mushy hearts & flowers stuff today, but I’d do cartwheels if my kitchen vent were somehow miraculously installed today. Great job on the paint spill!


Haha, *hint* *hint,* right?

Honestly, if I weren’t constantly wanting to save money for something else, we’d probably do some of the mushy stuff, too. ;)


Katie, I am sorry to tell you that your DIY V-Day is most romantic. Er…”symbolism”? Bedroom renovation? C’mon!


I’m glad you went with water.


Lol, that’s what I was sayin’!

And yes, I definitely feel like water was the better choice. Not that I wouldn’t love a good urine smell to go with the makeover… ;)


Glad you solved your paint problem! My advice wasn’t much help…. but I’ve definitely done it in the past, lol :)


You know, I still may need to use your advice for some dark gray drips…


Sounds like a much more interesting way to spend v-day than going to an over-crowded restaurant because “you have to.”
And good job with the paint spill– I have a good friend who moved into an apartment and was allowed to paint the walls, so they chose dark blue. One wrong move later, she kicked over the entire can and blue paint spilled across the tarp and all over their tan carpet. She told me later that she was surprised her tears didn’t end up sopping up the paint since she cried so hard! So good job on acting fast and getting the paint out!

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