We had this ugly popcorn ceiling which I single-handedly scraped off the other day in a burst of energy. I just couldn't bear another day looking at that awful ceiling with its "breast" light fixture that gave off too little light. So I did something about it. Taylor simply shook his head when he walked in as he usually does when I start another monstrous project.
"I'm not helping" he said.
"Oh don't worry I have it all under control" I replied.
We women know we must take matters into our own hands if anything is to get done in the world. We women also know that our husbands eventually come to, see our wisdom, and know we are right. So as I had the ceiling scrapped, textured, and painted, he graciously helped me with the track lighting. And he was quite excited by the end, saying what a great idea it was and how mod and chic it looked. He even bought me a new desk for the room, which will be my office. It will be delivered tomorrow. Can't wait.
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