I’m telling you, this weekend just wouldn’t end…
Yesterday afternoon, I was in Lowe’s trying to pick out the paint that most perfectly matched the color that is currently on the house. Of course I was factoring in the fading caused by the sun…
which is just a SWAG because I have no idea when the house was last painted!
In the midst of my deliberations, I began to get the distinct impression that my face was slowly sliding off of my skull!
My wife must have noticed it too because she immediately started looking for the cause of my disfigurement…
“That’s not me (I guess she was referring back to our l-o-o-o-o-o-o-n-g conversation the previous day). That is going to bed at 11:00 and waking up at 4:00.”
At the moment, I didn’t really care. Even if I did, I couldn’t argue with her…my mouth was somewhere below my chin!
I am sure you can imagine how happy I was when I slid into bed!
…only to have our realtor call at 10:30 P.M.!!!
“I am e-mailing the contract over so you can read over it and sign it.”
????
“Can’t we do this tomorrow?”
“They want a signed offer tonight or else they will start painting tomorrow morning.”
The problem with that is that they were going to paint the house a coffee color. I can’t stand that. It’s not that I hate the color. It’s just that it seems that every other house in the Midwest is painted that color. The only variation is how much cream is in the coffee.
No, we want to keep it yellow…bright, sunshine yellow…happy yellow!
So, we electronically signed our offer at 11:15 P.M.!
I want my mommy!!!
