OK, I mean this: I am DONE! stripping paint in this house. I will not strip one more stinking square inch of paint in this stinking house. You can take that to the bank. No, wait. I want stronger assurance than that.

But I fucking mean it. Not one more stinking square inch.

And the Victorians with their beadboard wainscotting can smooch my spotty butt. Word.

And also, for the record, I do not smell good right now. At all.