After painting the powder room, Efiwym, my wife, was still not happy with one wall. Maybe I was going blind, but I was not seeing what she was seeing. She claimed she could see the old paint coming through the new paint. Relying on this trite cliche, “Happy wife, happy life,” I repainted the wall.…
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For months my wife, Efiwym, has hinted that she wanted the powder room painted. She was willing to help with the rolling on the paint, as long as I could cut in the trim. Since I finished the cabinet doors, I decided it was time to check this item off my “Honey Do” list. I…