My husband is a painter . I am not. But I do get bored sometimes. Eddie left for more Army Reserve training (seems like we're apart more now than when we were on active duty!), and so I decided to take on a project that I wasn't all that interested in taking on, but it's just what I do when I get restless. Like re-arranging the living room furniture. Or that time I applied to Law School. So I began the daunting task of painting the bathroom. I had been thinking about putting color on the white walls of our apartment for a while and thought I better start small (we have a shoebox of a bathroom, so I figure it might as well be a pretty shoebox). We've all heard it said that if we don't remember history, we are doomed to repeat it. Fortunate for me, I did remember my two previous attempts of wall painting. Un fortunately, it wasn't until after I was midway through my current project. The first time was years ago in college when my roommate and b