Instead, let me share with you the joy of climbing a ladder, talking to the husband, carrying a paint can and brush, all while not looking where you're going.
Hind sight being what it is, I can't say I'd recommend it.
The picture quality is poor here.
I blame the tiny room, bad lighting... oh, and the fact I was covered in PAINT!!
The cover didn't survive.
And the definition of irony? The only thing that didn't get even a drop of paint...
THE WALL I WAS ACTUALLY TRYING TO PAINT!!