October 29, 2008
The Butt of the Old
People. My ass hurts. From painting.
I know what you're thinking -- "Um, Wenchie? I think you're doing it wrong..."
As you know, because I am selfish and cruel and enjoy testing the boundaries of my marriage, Husband installed a chair rail in my office at home. The bottom third of my office is painted pink. Don't be jealous.
I had to mask off the bottom half of the room with that blue tape. Then cut it in. Then paint it. Then help put up the chair rail. Then paint the chair rail. I spent a lot of time sitting on a small, wooden stool about 8 inches off the ground.
I'm 5'9". I'm not an athlete. I'm not built for sitting on a small, wooden stool about 8 inches off the ground. Sitting on a normal chair is one thing, but a small stool -- well, the last 6 inches of seating oneself is really just a controlled fall, isn't it?
Not only did I have to get up and down from the stool many, many times over the course of several days to get this or that tool or whatever. I had to get up and move the stool over a couple feet every time I finished with the part of the wall I was working on.
Now, I don't know how many times I got up and down from that stool, but my ass knows. And it's screaming at me. Every movement in my body is painful. I blink, and my ass hurts. I may be turning 39 tomorrow, but my butt has rounded 40, left 50 in the dust, curtly nodded at 60, and is rapidly approaching 70.
Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurts.
Comments
"And it's screaming at me" leads me to believe you have horrible, audible gas. Like the dog did the other night.
Posted by: Hope at October 29, 2008 02:12 PM
You won't get much sympathy until you feel the pain of having gone up and down a ladder 60 times to paint the UPPER half of a room.
Posted by: Redhead Wannabe at October 29, 2008 04:43 PM
Happy birthday Wenchie!!!!
Posted by: Von at October 30, 2008 08:59 AM