Today is our FIFTH Houseiversary in Nashville. Honestly, not sure if that should get a "Whoo hoo!" or a "sniffwhimpermoan." I Five years ago, we signed the papers on a lovely foreclosure that had a teal kitchen, hidden rat carcasses and drawers filled with poop. We've had five years of Owl babies throwing cuteness all over the yard as they learned to fly. Five years of Deer and Bobcat and Coyote and Hawk spotting while trying to keep the dogs from being their dinner. And five Husband lying to my face about this not being a fixer-upper, that "all the work is cosmetic. II promise."
Dude! Widening a driveway because your car won’t fit down it is not cosmetic! Putting in a new kitchen because it is too small to bake a pizza in and also, it was filled the aforementioned drawers of poop, not cosmetic! New windows for the whole house because the wind/snow/bugs kept coming in, not cosmetic! Tearing out a pink moldy master bathroom in September and still not having the replacement done months later with no sign of forward movement, NOT COSMETIC!
But you know what is cosmetic? Paint. So, after years of asking, begging, pleading and teasing, I painted, (had painted), the outside of the house while Husband was in Scotland on a memory lane eating tour. Before, the house sported a lovely faded salmon pink fascia and soffit with sun-bleached mint green shutters. Both of which I hated with a passion normally reserved for, well, for Husbands who don’t do what they say they’re going to and finish the f-ing bathroom by Christmas.
Now, the house no longer irritates me. Well, the outside of the house no longer irritates me. And it no longer irritates The Mayor Of Our Street, who loves to let us know about all things we could improve, actually pulled me aside and thanked me for painting it because it "was really not appealing.” Bonus! The house now blends into the background instead of letting all who drive by it think that we are color challenged and/or incapable of change. Amongst the mansions that are springing up around us, we are almost inoffensive. Life goals.
Now, if that bathroom were finished we’d be done…
Bwahahahahahahaha. If. Only. Husband has decided our “It’s not a fixer-upper. It’s merely cosmetic. I promise.” house needs a front porch. And a screened in kitchen deck. And an attic master suite...
I, on the other hand, might need a new Husband.
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