I can't promise that this is the last post about my ceiling, even though you're dying for me to stop talking about it. Well, here it is: SCRAPED.
Here was my constant companion while the rest of my family was gone: EASTER.
Here is what else I managed before they came home: NEW CRIB (that's another story).
Here's what Joe said about the ceiling: "OH, GREAT. More work. I hope you don't expect me to start texturing that."
Needless to say, I was underwhelmed by his lack of enthusiasm.