D D D DAY!

That's not Noxzema on his face, that's drywall dust.

D D D DAY stands for:  Dirty, Dusty, Drywall Day.  Yep, it was time, it had to be done.  The drywall mud, paste, whatever you call it, had to be sanded down.  And what a mess it made.  The drywall dust went everywhere:  walls, windows, chairs, televisions, flowers, appliances, floors; well, you get the idea.  By the way, drywall dust does not vacuum off hardwood floors.  The floors had to be washed, by hand, to get rid of the dust.  Everything that could be covered, was covered.  We ran out of paint tarps and started using newspaper to cover, but it didn't matter.  That drywall dust is an insidious, dirty little monster; it gets everywhere.  Two days of cleaning and the unimaginable happens.  I started painting the kitchen walls, and I discover behind the stove and refrigerator, portions of the wall with large bumps on it.  Mr. B. forgot to sand down these areas.  At this time, I am so fed up with drywall dust, I did what most tired house cleaners would do.  I took the shortcut, I painted over these areas before Mr. B. got home, then moved the appliances back into place. 


Well, he came home from work and was standing in the kitchen admiring my newly painted kitchen walls when he decided to look closely at the stove area.  
"Oh, I forgot to sand the drywall in this area, I'll have to do it now."
"Do you HAVE to?"  "Who is going to see this portion of the wall with the stove in front covering it up?"
"Well, YOU WILL every time you pull the stove out to clean behind it."
"I promise I won't pull the stove out to clean behind it."  
Another round of drywall dust began.  I went outside and pouted.  You know what this means.  Another day of cleaning, and another day of repainting the area that was just sanded off.