I sit writing this from my dining room table, looking over at a pile of... stuff... sitting in the middle of my floor. There's an Ace Hardware bucket (empty save for a few almost-used-up rolls of painter's tape), a grocery bag filled with the hardware we removed from our upstairs bath, and a cardboard box filled with three sample pints of mint-tinted paint because—in direct contrast to my firm feelings on mint chip ice cream—I couldn't decide how green I like my mint to be.
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