Finding humor amid the chaos!

Hello, sweet friends!!  Did you all enjoy the big game last night?  Me?  Um...let's just say I'm not much of a football fan.  I suppose it might have something to do with the fact I no little or nothing about the game.  Which of course-was made clear last night-when I inadvertently called a field goal-a free throw.

As for the first half of the weekend.....

Remember when I told you about the wallpaper in our upstairs hallway?  How I'd 'started' to tear it down-but gave up after a few pieces?  Well......


it all came down this weekend-and THIS is what I was left with!!!  Not exactly a pretty sight-right?

Yes indeed, the plaster on the walls were in pretty bad shape-but the good news is-there was plaster on the walls!!  IE:  none came crumbling down at my feet when I pulled off the wallpaper!

The bad news is...the walls were in pretty bad shape.  And.... since a portion of said walls are over or near the foyer staircase, they needed to be taken care of now-rather than AFTER we finish the staircase.  Which meant I had a LONG and very tedious job ahead of me.


Or rather.... WE had a long and tedious job ahead of us.   Oh yes- after much coaxing-hubby decided to help out. BTW- have I mentioned he decided to grow a beard?  He's quite proud of it-you know- and even wanted me to take an 'up close' photo of it.  Of course, I told him all of my readers would agree with me-and say his beard looked scruffy and made him look at LEAST ten years older.

To which he stated- "I think it makes me look dapper!!"

Uh huh. Right.


I was trying to get a close up of the huge crack in the wall-but somehow hubby's bald spot got in the way.  I suppose I could have cropped it-but why?  I kind of think it's cute.

Hubby didn't agree.  "You know..two can play at this game.  How would you like it if your readers saw how you looked right now?"

Me:  "Okay fine," I said, pulling a wad of caulk out of my hair (which by the way desperately needs a trip to the beauty salon) as I looked  down through paint speckled glasses at my baggy sweatpants and t-shirt. "So I don't look like a beauty queen.  Who in the heck does when they are up to their eyeballs in dust?"

Hubby:  "Nicole Curtis, that's who!"

Me:  "Of course she looks good!!  She's on a  TV show!!!  She HAS to look good!"

Hubby:  "I'm just saying. Obviously your readers don't mind seeing a dapper guy like me working on projects, but what about you?  Don't you think they want to see the person 'behind' the blog once in awhile?"



Okay-I'll admit-the thought has crossed my mind.  After all-I love visiting other blogs and seeing photo's of the author working on projects.  Somehow it just makes it all real. But really folks.  Wouldn't you rather see a calk gun and nasty wall in need of work-than someone who looks a close second to the granny on Beverly Hillbillies?

I thought so.

Hubby wasn't so convinced.  "How about you go slip into something sexy-like one of those tank tops and jeans shorts Nicole wears, and maybe the knee high boots you bought for Christmas-and I'll snap a few shots of you cleaning up the calk you just dropped on the carpet? "


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Ya-not going to happen- But how about I just show you a pic of Nicole in a tank top and shorts-and I go back to repairing the hallway walls-and being just me!!!




Blessings,

Christine