Painting Ceilings is for the Birds... or whoever else is willing to do it for me!

Sooo... As the first step of Operation: Decorate the Guest Room, I opted to paint the ceiling first to kind of brighten up the place before real paint came in. I figure, Dad painted my whole bedroom in just a few hours, and this is a much smaller room so it should be easy, right? Well that was a FAIL. An hour later, I had covered 25% of the ceiling and 100% of my face! Plus, it must have been freshly textured, cause I got about 20 of the little texture tips (I don't do technical terms) in my eye. Classy. Worse yet, I was clearly gonna run out of paint.

How did Michelangelo do it? I.Would. Die.

I took the obligatory trip to Lowe's (don't move unless you're moving near a Lowe's, cause you'll spend more time there the first few months than your actual house) and returned with a new energy and new paint. But, sadly it was not enough and the grand finale consisted of me using the Perfect Pour to scrape out every last drip out of the cans and slap them on the ceiling.

Well by then my neck was completely shot and I couldn't see on account of the paint in my eye, so I settled in to watch a few hours of RuPaul's Drag Race and go to bed. Unfortunately, the cieling did not get the memo that it was supposed to look nice when it dried. Another trip to Lowe's, another gallon of paint, another afternoon shot, another pain in my bum!

Needless to say, the grand finale of the event involved me stepping on a sunny-side-up lid of paint and scraping remaining drips off of the floors. Class. Act.