Painting . . .

I went to Erin's today to help her paint . . . well, really, her dad went to help her paint, but I went to sort of feign painting and watch. I'm not very good at painting. Mostly, it makes me tired and there doesn't ever seem to be an end to it . . . there's always a drop to wipe up, a nail hole that failed to get filled, or a spot that didn't get quite enough paint. Yuck. I hate painting!!! But I love Erin, so I actually trimmed around the ceiling and baseboards and I painted two walls in her dining room. =)