In between the other things I had going on today, I got this order made!
I thought painting was going to be somewhat therapeutic since I had not lettered anything in a while. It would have been if my markers were participating.
Something else I can do... texture better than the guy who "fixed" the hole in the wall. That was yet another ordeal -- getting the wall fixed before I needed to head out to Peyton's basketball game out of town.
The guy left to let the wall dry before texturing it. He said he would be back in 45 minutes. I finally had to leave. Two hours and 45 minutes later I hear from him while I am in a gym with no phone reception.
I'm so ready for all this mess to be straightened out. I can do it! But I hear a drip in the bathroom again.