No thank you, I won't have any more paint today

It is ironic that

since I really, really, seriously don't enjoy painting

(even though I've gotten pretty good at it in all the years I've done it anyway) and

have no time to do it now in spite of

a rather nice exterior feature that needs repainting Every. Single. Year,

and as a result I gave into somebody else's suggestion that I delegate the job this time

I spent the weekend painting anyway.

Or should I say, 'repainting'?

And not just because I am a perfectionist.

(which I am, and which makes it so much more depressing to still have a bad-looking paint job and a giant gob of oil-based goo on my leg.)