I have no idea whether or not I promised to love, honor, and obey my husband when we got married almost 19 years ago. I could probably dig out the VHS tape to refresh my memory
(really ought to think about converting that to DVD)
but I really don't want him to know he has concrete evidence against me if it turns out I DID.
That obey thing? I'm not so good at it.
I can love all day long and honoring is a breeze. But obey?
Not so much.
A year or so ago I wanted to paint the family room downstairs. I was going with two tones of blue separated by a white strip.
(I'm going to have to repaint it one of these days because it reminds me of a Pepsi logo.)
Anyway, I wanted to paint the trim around the windows white -- as well as the shelf running along the East wall. He, on the other hand, was adamantly against it. You don't paint wood. Ever.
Kinda sounded like my dad, but whatever.
One weekend he went out of town. Coincidentally (or maybe not) that was the same weekend I'd planned to paint the family room.
We now have white trim.
I'd been hinting at pulling up the carpet -- at least in the back bedrooms -- where we have hardwood floors lying in wait. For whatever reason, he likes our carpet. It's an awkward aqua color, but he likes it and has repeatedly stated his case against pulling it up.
This past weekend he drove to Missouri to do a little golfing. That just happened to be the day I cleaned daughterling's room from top to bottom.
She now has hardwood floors...in her closet.
He has clarified his position: No more carpet comes out. Ever.
I promised to obey....at least until his next day-long road trip.