TIRED

I'm tired and I ache. Mind out of the gutter, perverts. So, around midday yesterday, my lovely bride says "let's paint the bedroom so I can finish decorating". 9 hours later, I have a bruised knee, I am SORE all over, there is paint in my hair and I couldn't sleep because of the fumes and the heat in the house. APART from that, the bedroom looks good. My beautiful bride will be doing the fourth wall today, when she arises. Did I mention she's on Spring Break? She mentions it to me a lot. Anyhoo, I'm going to try and hobble through the day without screaming in pain too often. Toodle pip.