Prime Time

Today was priming day. Tomorrow was to be painting day. Simple enough.

Walls? Meet your masters. (Sure, they may seem like complete goobers, but they're highly trained in the art of painting faux-wood burled tiles for set construction. They can handle a little white goop in straight lines.)

We labored. We toiled. There wasn't blood this time, but there were tears (from the fumes of the floor refinishing combined with 5 gallon buckets of liquid latex).

...

Allie: I don't think we're going to get this done today.
Ryan: Don't be silly. Of course we are.
Allie: Seems like we have a lot left to do. What time is it, anyway?
Ryan: Um, probably one.
Allie: Really?
Ryan: [checks clock] Oh. It's 2:45.

So, no. We didn't get it done. Not even close. Guess our two day plan just became a four day plan.

Whoops.