So I get home. Long weekend. Place is mostly clean! I love it when the cleaning gnome comes. SHe was probably cleaning naked and I missed it though. SUcks to be me.
Then I go into the bedroom. Let's just say that Jason and I are gonna be having words. Do you know how hard it is to get paint off that spackle type ceiling? I suppose I could live with it if he could draw, but the man's an electrician for god's sake! Okay, well even if he was an artist this would be over the line. I need to redo the ceiling now before my mom see bad drawings of genitalia.
I will be checking that entry to see who gave him the idea. Someone else is on my shit list for that.