Cats And Coupons

My husband is a painter. The main client they work for is a huge apartment complex over an hour away. Usually they just paint the vacated apartments. Once a week they usually paint an occupied apartment, which means someone lives in it and you have to work around their stuff. He has come home with some crazy stories about some of the things he’s seen. Every once in a while, like this weekend, they get some total rehabs. He hates those, because you have to do everything including (but not limited to) cabinets, counters, walls, floors and painting. They were given a few of them this week, so he worked all weekend. He ought to be good and cranky by next weekend.