wax on, wax off

Got done with the billable stuff and headed back to help Kevin out with the dreaded library / den project from hell.

Now that I’m done vacillating between stain colors, we can make progress again.

While the South Park Christmas CD was blaring in the other room, we took to the task. Kevin would roll the stain on and I’d follow closely behind and smooth out the bubbles and hit the cracks. (why is this sounding sexual?)

The fumes from the polyurethane, combined with the fading light of sunset and Mr. Garrison singing “Marry Fucking Christmas” – … it was just one of those post-modern Norman Rockwell moments.

A light sanding and another coat,… or three – and we’ll have another room!

Of course, I don’t have any furniture for said room, – but it’s space nonetheless.

Of course, I’m not blogging about this.