Today was an exciting day at my house. The walls have needed touching up since, oh, thirty seconds after we moved in.
You probably won't be surprised to hear that I'm not too picky about marks on the walls, or well, anything. Our beds are never made, our laundry is never folded, and yesterday Weston complained that the floor was too dirty to eat off of. I had to bring him a towel to eat on.
But I finally reached my limit on the walls. I could stand the chocolate fingerprints, the stickers, the scrapes, and the crayon/pencil/ballpoint pen/marker/fork tine art in every room. Last week, Shane discovered a new technique for wall art that utilized a grape popsicle, and that put me over the edge.
I know what you're thinking: 'You could just try cleaning the walls once in a while, you sloppy pig!' But our government issued walls are surfaced with a strange, soft and porous paint that soaks up messes and is impossible to clean. It's like trying to keep white cashmere clean. Not that I would know, because I definitely can't be trusted with white cashmere. Or cashmere of any color. Or white fabric of any kind. Moving on now.
Anyway, I nagged Lloyd until he brought home a gallon of the strange Korean paint, supplied by the base housing office. You can see it in the picture. It has a funny smell, and it's probably a good thing I can't read the can, because for all I know it says: 'Not for use by people. Only for use by robots or dogs not intended for consumption. Will poison meat. Do not breathe, touch or look at paint or you will shrivel up and die'.
I 'touched up' the walls, which as you can see from the pictures, involved completely covering the bottom half of almost every wall in the house. I can only hope that when the paint dries, it does in fact match the original color.
And, on the 'out of Korea' front, you may be saddened to hear that Lloyd has boxed up the Mini-me ship painting and sent it to his mother for her birthday without ever unwrapping it.