I love my hubby for many reasons.
He is patient, kind, smart, a good father and he puts up with me.
Putting up with me is a rather difficult job. I’m a little high maintenence. I’ll admit it…but he was fully aware of this going into the deal. My mother even warned him.
Two days before our trip to the beach, he came home on a Sunday afternoon after working on a side project.
He was tired. I was manic…as usual.
After a seductive hug and kiss, I said “I would like to paint the kitchen before Secret Agent Man’s surprise birthday party next weekend…maybe chocolate brown…wouldn’t the kitchen be DIVINE in chocolate?…it would be like a huge brownie.”
He sat there patiently, looking at me like I had just jumped off a spaceship from Uranus.
“But you know, I could never pull off chocolate in this kitchen with the green countertops…I really hate these countertops…they are so dated…and we need more cabinets…more counter space….and have you seen that antique looking metal back splash…OMG…I would give ANYTHING FOR THAT IN MY KITCHEN“
Yes, I say…”Anything.”
“Let’s go to Lowe’s!”
And my Rico, my hero and soon to be my sex slave master says to me, “You want a new countertop? I can do that…and we can get some cabinets to go over there…and move the refrigerator over here… and mount a microwave up under here…and the back splash. It’ll be done by the party.”
In 2 1/2 days, my kitchen was totally remodeled…all by Rico and his dad.
I have been paying for it in the bedroom ever since.
It was worth it…