While I was flinging myself around my living room, ripping things down, taping, sanding, swearing....my eyes alighted on the dismal little chest that acted as the base for my television and DVD player. I rooted around in my laundry/tool/feed/gardening/storage room and came up with a small can of paint.
Figuring that we were already suffering through the dust, I also subjected us to paint fumes. Even Scrappy left the room! (Note to self: Next house will have a garage/workshop.)