Russ learns a new skill

Russ and I spent our saturday painting my sister's new home in Logan. We showed up early in the morning, ready to go in our painting clothes. They handed over all the materials and told us to get started. Russ just kind of stared at the paint roller in confusion. "um, how do I do this?" Bevin, my brother-in-law, baffled as ever that Russ had never painted before in his life, took this as the perfect opportunity to ridicule Russ (something he finds great joy in). Russ's conclusion at the end of the day was that he had thought that painting was a lot harder and more technical than it really is. It doesn't take a whole lot of skill to slap some paint on a wall. He also learned to spackle - my grandma taught him. In between painting rooms I ate way too much junk food and played with my nephew who is getting so much more friendly and even now likes Russ. They look like BFFs here.

This morning I woke up feeling as if I had hit the gym for 12 hours rather than painted yesterday. I feel like I did 400 squats. Apparently painting is hard work.