I discovered one way to have a PR 7 blog that's capable of supporting an entire family today. Look like a supermodel, write like an angel, take photos of your photogenic mutt everyday, have a wild and crazy history in LA, and be so naturally amusing that your posts about your baby daughter's bassinet sheets take on an epic quality.

Back to real life. In my DIY fervor, I slapped a bunch of primer over these downstairs shelves my stepdaughters have been using as a giant dollhouse. Unfortunately, I failed to notice that the primer was oil-based, something that made itself pretty clear when I tried to wring the roller clean with a little soap and running water and ended up gloving in my hands in insoluble oil paint. Sadly for me, we had no "mineral spirits" in the house, although I was able to rub off a bit of the paint with vaseline. Not the smell, though. Lucky for Chris. Hope my wedding ring somehow makes it.