The Thrill is Gone

Some people do this for a living and, quite frankly, they're not paid enough, if you ask me. I'm sure Jamie would love to hear me say that. Load his paint sprayer in the back of the van and head in this direction, would you? I swear I'd be done already if it were not for the little "side jobs" involved.

Case in point: the mini blinds. First of all, I've never held mini blinds in high esteem. Ever. They are a bad idea all around and whomever it was that invented them needs to be hung by his...huh?...what, I'm sure it was a man. Why? Whoever invented the mini blinds has NEVER dusted.

Much like our former tenant whom we'll refer to as "Kev." Ol' Kev, god bless him, must never had any lady friends, if you know what I mean. I'm not saying he was gay. By no means ~ I need only refer you to the original color scheme. No, our friend Kev was too busy putting in hours as a chimney sweep ~ or coal miner. Clearly he had no time whatsoever to spruce the pad. Had he given that a shot, this is what he would've encountered:


Surely it would've been cheaper for me to just drive to Lowe's, purchase a $6 mini blind, and slap it up in it's place. That would just mean the destruction of one more vinyl tree.

So, I let those babies soak for a while and went out to see what's what in the tiny town. Low and behold, while I was all hunched over the black cauldron of sooty soup, there was real commerce afoot.