Hubby spent three hours at Lowes yesterday picking through all the doors, crown molding, baseboard, etc. to pick the very best of it for my bedroom. I appreciate the effort he's putting into this bedroom for me. I really do. That's why he needs as little interference from me as possible. I'm a complete klutz and screw up when it comes to any sort of manual labor.
So, having not learned his lesson in the previous weeks, he asked me to help him carry a door into the bedroom.
ME: Honey, that is such a bad idea. You know what a klutz I am.
HIM: All you have to do is keep it away from the ceiling fan.
*Note: Not sure why we didn't think to just turn off the ceiling fan. We just didn't.*
ME: *Sigh* OK.
HIM: *As he maneuvers door almost past the ceiling fan* OK, OK, Careful, that's it...careful around the fan.
ME: *Looks down to see where clumsy feet are going*
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
In case you didn't know, that's the sound of the ceiling fan tearing into the brand new door for our bathroom.
Hubby then looks at me with a completely horrified look on his face. Horrified that I could actually be so clumsy as to do the very thing he told me not to do 10 seconds before. Horrified that he spent so much on the door to just have me ruin it. Horrified that it's going to take him even more time now to make it look OK after the ceiling fan's attempt to rip it to shreds.
After I had a mini mental breakdown and vowed to myself that I will never move again lest I cause more destruction, I mumbled an apology. He's only made a couple of remarks about it (to make fun of me).
When will he learn that asking me to help with such things is only creating more work for himself?
On another note, if you want to know what we are doing in our bedroom, here's a picture. 
These are the colors (wall is Pine Needle, ceiling is Ochre, trim is Honeysuckle Bloom). I'll take a picture of our actual bedroom once the crown molding is up and the hardwood floor is installed. Yep, I wanted hardwood in the bedroom. I'm not a carpet kind of gal. Well, that and the fact that we have three cats who seem to prefer vomiting on carpet rather than smooth surfaces. I wonder why that is?
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3 comments:
Oh my god that was so funny!!
Sorry about your door
*snort*
I love the earthy green, it's lovely.
Your word verification is 'minging' that's an English word for disgusting....which has just made me snort again!
That totally sounds like something that would happen to my husband and I. I swear it never fails, the moment my husband says "be careful, don't fall" or something along those lines, I immediately fall.
Oh and it would be way too logical to turn the fan off, right? Yep. Same for us.
Dani, glad I'm not the only klutz around. Hubby thinks I'm an accident prone freak of nature.
Abi, you don't sound very sorry about my door. ;-) He patched it up nicely, though.
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