"Oops." That's what she said. Oops. My wife. Oops.
If you read The Bathroom Incident (03/11/10) then you already know that what follows won't be good. For those that refuse to be subjected to more than one post of mine at a time, a few weeks ago my wife called me at work to let me know I would not be happy with the current state of our bathroom wall, which had been painted over wallpaper, but was then half torn and looking like a war-ravaged bathroom. We resolved that nicely, while discussing how later home renovations would be done with less impulse and more planning.
Enter oops. It all started reasonably. My wife was cleaning the kitchen counter. Apparently there was a ripple in the contact paper. My wife, with her Schwarzenegger-like arms, decided to scrub real hard, leaving a hole in the middle of the counter top. Like all reasonable people, she knew that wouldn't go unnoticed, so she decided to tear the rest of the contact paper off. What she found underneath was terrifying. Bare wood painted pink!
I haven't seen your kitchen, so don't take offense if your bare wood is painted....PINK! Seriously!?! But that's not all. Apparently the pink paint was a bit old, because not all the contact paper came off well, leaving some bare brown ugly wood exposed next to the pink wood. Yellow and Blue make Green. Red and Blue make Purple. Brown and Pink make for one ugly counter top.
As I made a list of what else in the house my wife could possibly catapult into 'Ok, let's repair that THIS weekend', I thought about the odds of this happening in the span of 30 days. After all, my wife is a busy enough person with a paying job, volunteer jobs, and those pesky little midgets that always need one more drink.
So when we're not searching for new counter-top, or a matching pink paint, we search for whatever it is that God is teaching us right now. It could be more of that love-is-patient stuff, but honestly I'd like to see something on a grander scale. Perhaps enough improvements like these and I could write a book.
If you read The Bathroom Incident (03/11/10) then you already know that what follows won't be good. For those that refuse to be subjected to more than one post of mine at a time, a few weeks ago my wife called me at work to let me know I would not be happy with the current state of our bathroom wall, which had been painted over wallpaper, but was then half torn and looking like a war-ravaged bathroom. We resolved that nicely, while discussing how later home renovations would be done with less impulse and more planning.
Enter oops. It all started reasonably. My wife was cleaning the kitchen counter. Apparently there was a ripple in the contact paper. My wife, with her Schwarzenegger-like arms, decided to scrub real hard, leaving a hole in the middle of the counter top. Like all reasonable people, she knew that wouldn't go unnoticed, so she decided to tear the rest of the contact paper off. What she found underneath was terrifying. Bare wood painted pink!
I haven't seen your kitchen, so don't take offense if your bare wood is painted....PINK! Seriously!?! But that's not all. Apparently the pink paint was a bit old, because not all the contact paper came off well, leaving some bare brown ugly wood exposed next to the pink wood. Yellow and Blue make Green. Red and Blue make Purple. Brown and Pink make for one ugly counter top.
As I made a list of what else in the house my wife could possibly catapult into 'Ok, let's repair that THIS weekend', I thought about the odds of this happening in the span of 30 days. After all, my wife is a busy enough person with a paying job, volunteer jobs, and those pesky little midgets that always need one more drink.
So when we're not searching for new counter-top, or a matching pink paint, we search for whatever it is that God is teaching us right now. It could be more of that love-is-patient stuff, but honestly I'd like to see something on a grander scale. Perhaps enough improvements like these and I could write a book.
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