Thanks Painter Pat

So the guy who is painting our house is named Pat.  He is a simple man, maybe a little old fashioned; example, my name quickly went from Michaela to Margaret and Bella (our dog) was Beulah.  Anyway, this is a note for all you guys out there, just because you hear the whirring of a saw, doesn't mean you have jump into the mix to see what's happening.  And while I do appreciate chivalry, I'm on top of it.  I had one little piece of flooring left to put in to complete a particular row and Painter Pat decided to knock it in for me.  He said that it was a real tight fit (said in a really heavy Alabama accent) and therefore he would do it.  Mind you, he was already banging away while he said he was going to do it. Well 1) it had not been put in yet for a reason as I needed to trim it and 2) these muscles of mine might not be defined but they definitely refined.  Now, I have a piece jammed in incorrectly and the row is so tight I don't even know where to start to get the piece out. Again, thanks Painter Pat. On that note, while writing this, he nearly fell off his ladder. Great, that is all I need on top of everything else.  Safety first Painter Pat!  I can't complain too much as he was only required to paint two walls in the house and he is painting the entire house other than the office, small guest room and our room. For that, I am most appreciative. 

However, as I am currently painting my master bath myself, I will admit that I have avoided telling Painter Pat of my actions.  HAHAHAHAHA.  It is one of those "what would he think?" moments.  Yeah, I know his painting looks a hell of a lot better, but the termite company isn't paying to have my bathroom painted as well unfortunately. I have been telling him I have been organizing the closet instead. I think the reason he is painting everything so that the level of quality is raised to match his perfection. Hey, whatever floats your boat, I am not complaining!