Well, crap, Internet. I may have been wrong.

Yesterday, I blithely babbled something along the lines of "nothing is worse than stripping wallpaper. So, it's all up from here!" Ha ha ha.

Ha.

Today, I edged most of the front walkway and driveway. If you've got the right tool for the job, I'm sure you don't have to spend an hour inside your own head debating whether the wallpaper removal or edging is truly the more horrible task - an hour you don't really have because you're trying to nap since you didn't fall asleep until 3:30 last night because you can't stop thinking about the Santa Claus sized list of tasks you have yet to do and your adorable daughter woke you up at seven o'fucking TOO DAMN EARLY all bright eyed and bushy tailed because her list for the day reads like so:

1. Be sparkly.
2. Kiss Mommy.
3. Kiss Mommy until she wakes up. She can't be mad about that.
4. Change shoes several times.
5. Nap sweetly, wearing your favorite Belle costume, while Mommy lays there waging an inane debate on the inside of her stupid, stupid head.

But, back to the edging. Pretty sucky, I say. We didn't want to invest in any actual edging tools. We're likely going to be living in a flat for the next few years, blissfully free of grass related commitments, and it seemed a waste. So, we bought these:

"EDGE WITH EASE!" the packaging said.  It lies.  It doesn't even want to cut grass.  I'm fairly certain it would cut my hand off if I looked at it wrong, but I had to use all my man strength just to edge with no ease at all and it turns out I don't have a lot of that.  I'm not sure I'll be able to use my right hand or forearm for at least a week. Or ever again.

In better news, the counter guy came by today and replacing the kitchen counters is going to be cheaper than we thought AND will be done this week. Totally stoked about that. And, I called the realtor before calling the ceiling painter guy and the plumber dude and the carpenter man and it turns out she has one dude who can do all of that. I bet Dude of Many Talents can edge too, but I'm not going to ask him about that because it would be really embarassing if I started crying.

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