... do you need to "Quick, let's remodel the bedroom" before leaving on vacation.
This vacation, while exciting, is nickel-and-diming us to death. And now Adam wants to buy an extra ski bag so that we can save $20 in luggage fees. I really wanted to care, but while I was carefully outlining the walls in blue paint at 10:00 p.m. (never mind that we painted white over blue, and then blue over white, all after applying a skim-coat of drywall putty to the walls to even the surface and prepare it for nearly the same color blue it was before in order to improve the look of the house that we don't intend to live in for much longer), I mentioned again the outstanding $1300+ expense report that he has at work. Yes, I may have mentioned it a few dozen times before in an all-out assault of text messages, email, and plain old nagging, but I stuck the dagger in and twisted it last night. It does not take a rocket scientist to realize that your wife's not working, and vacation costs money, and you can get $1300 back by filling out an expense report... but he didn't do it anyway so I stewed in anger and sent him to fetch me a Mike's Hard Cranberry Lemonade (yes, I am embarrassed to admit that I drink this from time to time).
I have a way of getting really worked up, so by the time he made it down the steps and out to the garage where the "beer" is located, I realized that my brow was entirely furrowed and I was gripping my paintbrush for dear life. While downstairs, he changed the music to James Taylor's greatest hits and I heard him begin to sing "there's something in the way she moves, looks my way and ...." with my pink flavored malt beverage in hand. He handed it to me with a smile and I had no choice but to smile.
Such is Webb World.
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