OK. SO. The bathroom in our bedroom has been the same since the day we moved in. There was this wallpaper trim up that was not my/our style and instead of leaving it up and taking it down when I was ready to replace/paint etc, my hasty and sometimes impatient (ha!) self tore it down upon day two of being in our new home. When I tore it down it looked horrible and some stayed on the wall and most came off but you know, it looked bad and unfinished and it has stayed just like that for two plus years now. I kept saying I would 'get to it'. It's like an eyesore for me and I know it needs done....but just as the World Turns, I procrastinate oh so well.
So I log on tonight to work and am working steadily like a mad dog and my honey, I notice him quietly going upstairs but never turned the hall light on. I think I assumed he was going to use the 'bathroom' (eww) and kept right on working, emailing like crazy, catching up etc etc. Finally I realize he's been gone a long time. Good LORD I know when he 'goes in' he 'goes in' and it's treacherous but he's never gone in THAT long. So I close up and go looking. It's all quiet up there. Uh oh. I start calling his name, get to the last place he could be (our bathroom is like the innards of the house it's the most "in" inside room by turning corners etc etc and he's in there. I stood outside, afraid to go in. Fully expecting the smell to hit me in the face, I go in, I hear him, he's answering me, but he's not where I think he is. He's in the tub. With his clothes on. Squatted in the tub scraping the wall. FINALLY! I didn't even have to ASK him. :) That's the best thing ever! I didn't have to fuss. I think I had just accepted it would one day be my job. Tee hee. He did it and how sweet was that?
He's totally gettin' lucky tonight!
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