Son of a Whoo-er.

So. I have a bone to pick with Scotch Blue Painters Tape. Lots of bones actually. Let's say one bone per every spot their shitty ass tape allowed my paint to bleed. That'd be approximately 437 bones. Omg. If somehow Scotch Blue Painters Tape reads this blog, please please please tell me an EASY way to fix all these bleed spots. Without repainting the damn baseboards.

Just last week, I saw a new commercial with their "no bleed" bullshit advertising. Who the eff is able to a) put that tape down, paint over it, and it not bleed through and b) pull that tape up and it not tear the paint. It seems like plain jane old school masking tape would have worked better. Not happy. Hear that, Scotch? NOT HAPPY.

So. Now that I've painstakingly put down all this tape (it almost took as long to put the tape down as it did to paint the walls... I did it that perfectly), painted the walls (a shade of blue that is NOT gray), and pulled the tape up, I have the most monster migraine ever. You may not see me tomorrow. Or for a while. Grrrrr.....

New word.

Courtesy of my work orientation from this morning, I bring you...

Your word of the day: Longjeopardy.

Translation: The length or duration of life.

Uh. Yep.