It’s been a strange, strange time of life.
And before the latest twists and turns really got going, Rick wanted a new bathtub, and me being me, I turned it into completely gutting the bathroom and renovating the whole thing.
In case you feel badly for poor Rick at this point, I’d like to remind you that it’s been a month of utilizing the spare facilities without a door. You don’t much think about the store you put in a door until you ain’t got one.
The most recent piece has been the wallpaper. We thought we were being smart little childrens in getting peel and stick wallpaper, and to be completely fair, it probably is easier than the wet and stick stuff.
But easier is not equal to easy.
But doesn’t it look cool?
So, after watching Rick wrestle this stuff for two days while I worked on work and cookies and various putterings in my courtyard, I was concerned when I saw him coming in from the garage with a crowbar and a thunderous expression.
Me- Ah, hon, you’re looking a little grim this morning.
Rick, still Rickfaced, continuing to advance.
Me- Whatever I did, I swear I’m really truly sorry, I didn’t mean to I swear!
Rick, wrapping am arm around me and pulling me in for a cuddle- This isn’t for you, it’s for the baseboards.
Me, cuddling back- Oh good, I’m sure whatever they did, they totally deserve it. Sic ’em.
Curiouser and Curiouser 