Uhhh Ohhh....

I was walking down the hallway to the crazy Dr's office today and that's when I smelled it..... I got a HUGE whiff....of.....

PAINT!!!!

And now, I'm like a meth addict on a bad trip. I am CRAVING the paint brush. I feel that I MUST paint a room, and it must be NOW! lol. It's sad, what paint will do to me. I love painting... rooms, walls... doors... trim... whatever I love it, and now that they've begun remodeling the office next door... The smell of the paint wafts in and taunts me as Dr Crazy runs around waving his hands like a wild man. It says, I'm having fun, I'm making a room look pretty, I'm pretty... and you're not. You're in scrubs. You suck! I'm feel as though I must heed the call. I really want to get the boys room painted, and I may just skip the mudding process and go right for a river rock faux finish. I'm not sure. But this is how desperate I am! lol

Anyway the point it, I'm feeling the need to paint and if you have the paint give me a call. Painting is therapy, and well, who doesn't need a little therapy every now and again.