After about nine years, we have finally painted over the vegetables that some gay man thought should line the walls where they meet the ceiling in the kitchen. The only reason I have ever given any credit to this display of creativity gone awry is because he actually used real vegetables, dipped them in paint and smushed them against the wall. He tried. He failed, but at least he tried. If you didn’t know there were actual vegetables used, you’d think it was the glue left over after someone took down some bad vegetable motif wallpaper strip.
In addition, the decks have all been painted, the front of the house is repainted with subtler, more modern colors and we have a fully refurbished front stoop and all new stairs leading to said stoop.
And now we are going to move out. Great.