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Thursday Thirteen~13 Places I Hurt

I am on my fifth day of painting and third coat of blue and I am exhausted. Between painting, potty training, and doing everyday life stuff I am wiped. Here are 13 areas where I am SO sore from painting!

1. My neck from painting the ceiling
2. My throat from straining my neck to paint the ceiling
3. Shoulders
4. Biceps
5. Forearms
6. Shoulder Blades
7. Wrists
8. Hands
9. My point finger on my left hand (blister)
10. Thumb on my left hand (blister and a cut)
11. My abs
12. Quads
13. My head because I was crazy to think that this would be an easy task!

Hey, at least if I want a good workout I know what to do!
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Romberg Family said…
Before i read the last line..i was gonna write...At least your getting a good work out for your abs and quads!!! :o) I hate painting. We need to do Joshies room and i am not looking forward to it.
August 8, 2008 at 6:58 AM
Anonymous said…
work it! work it! I bet it looks good though.... the room, well, and maybe you too.
August 10, 2008 at 8:49 AM
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