I Think I'd Rather Move Than Paint.....

In the comments section of a recent post of mine, the discussion veered a bit off course on to the topic of painting, or rather, my utter aversion to having to go through the ordeal of getting the apartment painted.

SERIOUSLY.

I'd rather MOVE than paint.... probably because painting is almost the same as moving anyway, only you don't get upgraded to bigger digs, more storage space or a backyard. All you get are new scratches to the existing furniture, paint splatters on the floors that now need to be refinished (oh joy! Another reason to have to leave the apartment for days on end...), a thrown-out back on whichever family member always says, "No, no - I can get this myself...." and lung searing fumes that linger long after the painter has left his last booze bottle for you to trip over.

Nevertheless, every six months or so we have "The Discussion". Joey looooves this part because he can usually mouth along verbatim and he finds it intensely funny. Now mind you, we never initiate "The Discussion" on our own. It usually begins when some unwitting guest makes some comment about something-or-other which leads somebody to utter the dreaded "P word".

Here's the transcript of "The Discussion":

Avram: "You know, we really do need to get the painters".

Me: "I agree with you 100%, I just cannot deal with it emotionally. If you want to take a week off and make all the arrangements and take care of it all, you are more than welcome".

Avram: "Maybe I will"

We are then safe for another several months.... disaster averted.