Watching paint dry

Seriously, that's what we're doing. The painter came by to do the front gate. He'd forgotten about it when the rest of the house was being painted. It takes two hours to dry, during which, we can't shut the gate nor the front door. That means someone needs to stay home to protect the house from intruders. It would be HRH's job but she's more intent on getting herself a brown muzzle, brown paws, (I would say brown nose too but that would come out sounding like something else). L has gone off to the mall to get himself some socks. He goes back to work tomorrow, and can't find his socks among our boxes of Stuff. He can't go to work in bare ankles. Pity the guys. I would just slip on Birkenstocks and go to work, flashing bare toes. Meanwhile, I have to stay home and watch the door.