The wife got fixated on our walls recently. So, she decided to paint them. All of them. It’s taken her a while, but they look really good. Painting your walls is the ultimate reset button. All of the cobwebs and dust are at their lowest levels in years and you get the visual stimulation of the new color all around you.
Of course, once the furniture was moved back from the walls, it seemed silly to just slide them back into the same place. That’s no fun. So, along with the new wall colors, we have also completely re-arranged our furniture. The feng shui is in full effect at themuy household. Frankly, it’s alot better. Our house is pretty damn small and thus the placement of furniture is crucial to the flow. The wife keeps saying, “I just love our house now.” Over and over again. Ad nauseum.
Slowly, our house is coming back together. Last night was the “hang shit on the walls” phase of the project. We had hung almost all of the pictures and were hanging hooks. It was getting late and I was getting grumpy. I was sick of the “hanging shit on the walls” phase. The wife said she just had one more thing to hang, a cute little hook she’d had for a while that was perfect for the kitchen. Well, she couldn’t find it.
“I guess you’re off the hook,” she said.
*rimshot*
no pictures?
no pictures?