I'm calling this, "My Husband, the Good Husband"

So, the Litman's have a had a very eventful week. Let's just say neither one of us would be tagged "handy." Well, maybe I would. I mean, for a chick I'm pretty friggin handy. I painted our entire upstairs bathroom which included removing the lighting fixtures and hardware, all in the first two quarters of the Colts/Dolphins game. Yup, that's right, David watched football while I teetered ON a stool IN the bathtub, trying to reach the top corners of the bathroom with my deep mocha almond Behr paint. Safe, real safe, Litman. But my husband, the good husband, was there by my side everytime I yelled down needing a new tool or wet paper towel to remove excess paint on the ceiling. You'd think he'd be concerned of his precious cargo slipping and breaking an arm. Or even worse, knocking out a front tooth, potentially losing the beautiful smile Dr. Stanley created 11 years ago! No, his number one priority that afternoon was whether or not Peyton Manning would make a completed pass to "his boy" Dallas Clark...and luckily he did, twice.

Monday. Oh, Monday. We almost got divorced. Well, I'm totally kidding, but I'm just preparing you for the unfortunate tasks we decided to take on. For those of you who don't know me, I became very ill about 3 months ago. Out of the blue I started making vast amounts of purchases from various "second-hand" department stores. Ross, Marshalls, TJ-Maxx, Tuesday Morning, Home Goods, I mean the works! It really became a sickness and almost a race against myself to get "the perfect lamp" or "the drapes I have been dying for!" Is that what you'd call Man vs. Man? Unfortunately, I have yet to be cured. So, I found the drapes I had been dying for, and the towel bar "I just couldn't live without!" Now that my decor was almost finished I thought, perfect, now I have a husband that can hang everything I've purchased! What an awesome deal this whole marriage thing has become! To my surprise, well not really, David did not own a tool kit, nor had he ever seen a drill in person. Luckily, Bobby Rocco is our neighbor and quite the Tim-the-toolman-Taylor. We borrowed the electric drill and took a stab at our drapery. Not an easy task. Rather that measuring the window, the rod, the curtains, etc. we decided to eyeball it. It would take half the amount of time and would require no mathematical calculations! Ta-da! Turned out like crap. Both David and myself were up on our own chairs holding the rod up taking turns drilling, hammering, yelling at each other, drilling, yelling at each other, hammering and a little more drilling. It was awful! But, I now have "the drapes I have been dying for" hanging beautifully (lopsided) in our kitchen!

I was going to go on about the new towel bar and drilling that went on in the upstairs bathroom but that's for another day. Bottom line, the towel bar is up, and there are only a negligible amount of holes that need to be patched up and re-painted. Oh how I love newly married house tasks!

"Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Saturday, we're going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don't know, I don't know if we'll have enough time." Old School