We are coming along in our projects. The Brad will not let me do any of the painting in the girls rooms because he says he wants it to "look good." Whatever. He was a professional house painter for a number of years way back when. So. Once a professional, always a professional, I guess. He said I could paint the bathroom because "bathrooms don't matter." What is it with men and bathrooms, anyway?
My neighbor helped me tackle that heaving bush of morning glory under our front window (see the last post for the intro to this story.) She used a electric hedge trimmer of Brad's and cut into the tangle of vines while I pulled away at them. Within about an hour we had filled up two bins. At one point though, when Brad came out to check on us and asked how we were doing, my neighbor said it was going "ok" but that she was disappointed in the size of his power tool. Brad took that pretty badly, I have to say. He's still not fully recovered from the comment.
Anyway, poor Brad. I guess it's not his week. Because not only were his power tools insulted, but he lost a long battle with the girls over not getting a kitten. For those of you that are longtime readers, you will remember that a little over a year ago I went through a period of time where I adopted animal after animal from the local shelter. Two puppies in a row had to be put down for severe aggressiveness (very difficult) and one small kitten, who worked out wonderfully and we all loved madly, was eaten by something in the night. It was my fault, because I did not bring her in before bed.
Brad loved that cat and swore after that we would never get a kitten again. Ever. He put his foot down and drew a big fat line in the sand. But, you know how sand is. Very easy to manipulate. And lo and behold. Off we go to the shelter today. This kitten, who we have not yet picked out, must be a girl. Kind of a bummer because I wanted the cat to be named Fred Mertz. Brad wanted to name it Ethyl Mertz (any of you old enough to remember those names?) The girls joined forces and are calling her Sunny Dream.
So. With any luck there will be a girl kitten at the shelter today. And as for me, I will be cleaning a flipping litter box for the next 6 months. Damnit! As for Brad, he is getting ready to paint a pink wall. Monday and Tuesdays are our "weekend" and allow us the most time in the week to get stuff around the house worked on. So, better get off the computer, and get The Brad off his computer. Lots to do.
(oh, and one more very important note: my blog friend claudine is hosting this amazing women's retreat. it is low cost and truly wonderful. If you live in the great lakes region, check it out!)