Watch out: mama's got her caulkin' gun. Anything that remains motionless for long will be seamlessly molded into the wall.
Fair warnin', Doug. (He has been watching TV a bit lately, but we can blame that on the Super Bowl. For now.)
I found the caulking gun, rested after so many years in storage, and set to work. There was a dried-up tube of caulk, which only needed a little coaxing (imagine how ready you'd be with a stick up your, ah-hem, in your back) to get flowing again. Caulking is not necessarily something I enjoy, but there is a certain satisfaction to see seams come together. Without it, our house would be drafty and look terribly unfinished.
And - since we can't have that! - I'm off on a mission. To fill every seam that winks at me until I run out of caulk or the kids pull me away.
Whichever happens first.
I'll never think of caulking the same way again. :)
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