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September 14, 2002

Jeffiner is the best sister I have.

It's a Saturday night. I'm home, high on paint fumes, a glass of terrible red wine in one hand and a pile of peanut m&ms in the other hand. Watching the Cyndi Lauper episode of "Behind the Music" and thinking to myself: why did I chill this wine? what the hell was I thinking? that's the worst thing that happened to me today - drinking bad red wine. I think this is a record for best bad thing.

my sister and I painted my kitchen white so I can move out of my apartment without costing the ex any of his security deposit. I would have left it Home Depot orange (<sly smile> or was it poppy red, john </sly smile>) if I didn't worry about him dying of starve <sic> over there in california.

Jeffiner is the best painting partner in the world, I tell you. There is no one like her in the whole world- a good listener, hilarious storyteller, talented brush-wielder, generous time-giver (to a fault, actually). . . I swear, this three-coat paint job took 2 hours, from setup to cleanup - the only thing I have to do is swab down the unpainted surfaces, push back the oven, and reinstall a few shelves and doors, and someone can move right in.

although I wish they wouldn't. I'd stay here forever, orange kitchen, relationship ghosts, noisy neighbors, and all. . . if only. . .

Posted by Heather at September 14, 2002 12:00 AM

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