We've been painting like fiends at the new house...The Bride on the power roller and me on details and trim (heh). Normally with enforced tasks such as this I fall quickly into such a pit of apathy that I will run and lie in the middle of the road in hopes of the crushing death-strike of, say, a Schwan's truck. But, corny though it may be, when it's one's own place, one feels differently. Playing music and painting not the end of the world.
Plus I dress up like this for paint clothes*:
* and, yes, you are correct that Paintshirt would make a good twee-pop band name
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