Maybe the rest of the country celebrated Black Friday today, but here at our house, it was white and brown Friday.

We painted the eaves of the house. Which is to say, I painted it, mostly, because it was too far off the ground and the little missus isn’t one for heights. So I made about a thousand trips up and down the ladder — paint 18 inches, climb back down, move latter 18 inches, climb back up, then repeat. Do that once around with the white sealant-and-primer, then come back around with the brown paint.

(I won’t mention the first pass, dangling off the roof, scraping off the old paint and smoothing the wood. Because it was stupid and I could have killed myself. So it’s best if you don’t know about that.)

But the funny thing? I threw out my back rummaging around in the refrigerator for a soft drink.