Today I walked into my daughter's bedroom to check on the progress of the stripe painting. The stripes were finished, and in the middle of the floor was a "Christmas Tree" of masking tape. This pile of tape was about thigh high. It cracked me up. It cracked my daughter up too. I'm not sure the hubby could see the humour, I think he might have still been seeing all that work each time he looked at that pile of tape!