I'm not sure how this happened, but one day Joel decided to paint the living room. He even asked me what color I would like the walls to be. Wait...what? Not blue? Am I hearing correctly? He will let me paint a room something other than his precious blue? Am I in the right house? I will have to move quickly. I decided on something called Imperial Sand...a very nice pale peach. The experts are right...the room looks opened up, larger. Joel even did the painting, which was incredible. I just "supervised". Actually, I read a book and made the appropriate noises ("that looks nice, dear"..."you're doing such a nice job, honey")...you know the drill.
Don't get me wrong. I was appreciative. Especially about the color. I just don't like the nitty gritty of getting things done. I like the aftermath. The beautiful results.
Now I have to talk him into new carpet. Covers for the sofa and recliners. Decor for the walls. Do you see what new paint will do?
A place to unload the worries of the day and celebrate the knowledge I am not alone in this crazy world!
