I invited five strange men into my house, because I was lonely.
They hung out in the kitchen while I wrote my next novel.
They made a lot of noise while I worked, but I thought nothing of it.
Boys will be boys, after all. Then I took a look…
Like any woman who hid five men in her kitchen, I thought:
“Oops. Will my husband notice?” There was a chance he wouldn’t.
A few years ago, I painted the now nonexistent powder room a dark green.
Yes, it was a rotten color choice but my point is he NEVER noticed.
Perhaps he wouldn’t notice the bathroom was completely GONE!
There was a chance he’d suspect something was amiss when he washed his hands.
To deflect his questions, I came up with a fantastic game plan.
I decided to tell my husband I wanted to uncover the old vinyl floor and redecorate.
He’d be so amazed, he wouldn’t pay attention to the hunky dudes ripping out drywall.
My dog, on the other hand, has noticed all the banging and hammering.
So I gave her peanut butter and she feels much better now.
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You brave brave woman you. We (not me) did the kitchen and bathroom in our old home but the only hunky guy doing it was my husband. LOL! It’s a lot of work and quite the inconvenience isn’t it? And I think your dog has the right idea. Just hide under the bed till it’s over.
Hugs
Kim
Kim @ Homesteader’s Heart´s last [type] ..Chickens! Chickens! Chickens!
my mantra is those situations is “it will be lovely when it’s done” on repeat
I see the last part of a quote on the bulkhead in the first picture, and now I’m curious what the first part was … feel like sharing?
Poor doggy – all that noise is hard on her tender ears
It will be worth it when it’s done!
Well, as long as they were hunky…it’ll all be worth it in the end! Your dog eats peanut butter…who would’ve thought?
You’ll love it when the whole ordeal is over. If you have “studs” doing the work you may have fun during the ordeal. I had flakes and old guys who sat around talking about how much they hated their jobs and wished they had gone on to college instead. We’re still trying to get over it and fix all their guffaw’s But to you and your little dog my dear, good luck.
p.s. I’m not bitter. (Much).
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