Remember when I repeatedly almost lost it about the paint that Marc got all OCD and peeled in our house.
That I then had to look at for 5 years????
Revenge was had today. Marc was sanding the mudroom door frame for painting prep. We ran out of sanding pads, so he decided to peel a bunch of it to minimize sanding. He yells up to me:
"Hey, Nikki. You know that punishment where a kid has to smoke an entire pack of cigarettes as punishment for getting caught smoking? This paint peeling is like that."
Apparently, the paint wasn't coming off that easily and it was jamming itself under his fingernails.
I has it.