Anyway, Sunday. Blerg.
AND THEN I GOT HOME TO AWESOME!
Husband’s friend came over and helped him finish up bits of drywall in the ceiling AND then stayed to do the first layer of spackle over the screw holes.
If this sounds like nothing, you’ve never done a DIY project with your partner. You’ve never had arguments about the quality of your spackling, the fact that you’re doing a sloppy job on purpose and then been fired half way through. Husband’s friend, “Bob”, saved me a grumpy afternoon and saved Husband a week or more of a very bitchy wife.
So, instead of discussing the merits of up and down verses sideways applications of spackle, and the fact that I “missed a spot here and here and here…” I spent the afternoon dismantling our pitiful display of Christmas and trying to pack everything back into the boxes they came out of. Without fail, they never go back into the same box. Never. Why is that? Why can I get the reindeer out of the same box as the ceramic Santa’s and they refuse to get back in three weeks later. The only explanation is the same one I’m experiencing with my pants – too much cake. Frustrated, I had to buy another box for stuff that wouldn't fit and try and get everything into that. I quit before taking the lights off the tree. It's too depressing to take them off at night.
THEN AN EVEN MORE AWESOME THING HAPPENED!
Robin Roberts came out. That's not the awesome part - though I'm very happy for her. The awesome part is what my friend posted on my Facebook page:
Now that Robin Roberts has come out. How will it affect ej's free drink situation in Nashville.
And then another friend posted this:
I, too, came to comment on your recently announced lesbianism. I see I was already beaten to the punch.
And my Birthday/Christmas/Birthday/Sunday/DIY blues turned into to sunshine. Yea for Robin Roberts and yea for me for having the good sense to have all these lovely friends with twisted senses of humor. (Read this if none of this makes any sense.)
And now Monday... and the last two days of the year/EIGHT to TEN DAYS left till kitchen is installed and we still have to spackle, sand, paint, lay floor, varnish floor three times and have countless discussion about my techniques and Husband’s attitude. What wonders will the day bring me and my spackler thing...?