Ugh.  Back to more wallpaper removal.  I feel comfortable stating that this job, pulling sticky strands of paper coated in a gel outlawed in California because of it’s cancer risks, is the worst in the home improvement portfolio.  I’ve replaced a toilet.  No problem.  Everyone poops.  A sink?  There’s amazing satisfaction when the water is turned back on without a leak – like you’ve found drinking water for the wagon train after a hot day in Kansas.  And painting.  I love it!  Because it makes things beautiful.  And can actually alter your mood for the better.

Sure, I know, wallpaper removal is a means to an end.  A way to get that beautiful paint on the wall.  But it’s tiresome.  (Although, it does work those arm muscles!)  And I can’t help thinking it’s somehow toxic.  My one joy…discovering what I may find under the paper.  Mold perhaps?  Oh, I’m giddy!  Plaster falling apart?  Pop open the champers!  And a wall that comes away clean from the striping?  Calgon – take me away!

Oh, don’t get me wrong my friends, I’ll continue to rip ugly wallpaper down!  I’m not afraid – I’m just sick of it.  But I will continue to fight the great fight.  And I will continue to destroy the ugly.  Drop ceiling…you’re in big trouble.