Saturday Was Work Day

We awoke early-ish (for us) and felt industrious, so we tackled some long-overdue projects. I painted the shutters green, which I've been meaning to do since last summer when I painted the garage door green, but it was too cold, then too wet, then too hot, then I really didn't feel like it anymore. It was a seize the moment kind of thing when I felt the urge to get it done. It was surprisingly zen, and they turned out well. Now I need to figure out how often and at what decibel level to whine to get Daddy Shortbread to rehang them.
Bug was looking to earn some extra money, so she volunteered to haul all the toys out of the garage, weed out the broken ones, and put the keepers back into the garage in a more organized fashion than the Towering Pile of Plastic Crap that has served as the toy corner for most of this summer. I figured that even if she did a half-assed job of it, it would be an improvement over the TPPC.

What I did not anticipate, but would have if I hadn't already been sucking in paint fumes for an hour, was that she would drag all the toys out of the garage, sort through about half of them, get bored and wander away. She meandered back to say that she guessed she was done and how much money had she earned? I pointed out that by taking everything out of the garage and strewing it around the driveway she had actually created more work for me than if she had left the TPPC. Therefore, I felt she should pay me. We didn't see eye to eye on this, and eventually she condescended to haul the toys back into the garage, albeit in a Very Crabby Manner.
Daddy Shortbread decided to sweep the side of the garage. Apparently.

No, really. He's a nutter that one. Officially, he was "getting ready to paint," but this looks like a made-up job if I've ever seen one. Slacker. Next week I'm going to exfoliate the cats or something as my job.

Bear played the hormonal cranky preteen card and escaped a work assignment. She acted as photojournalist and took all the photos in this post.

I think she knew exactly what she was doing, don't you?