The first thing Q said to me this morning was, "Hey you know that tree you didn't like? I cut it down for you. Daddy let me use the sharp sharp tools that could cut my fingers off."
Er. Thanks?
Derrick has cut down four trees, a fence, two vines, a lattice, another fence, replaced six light bulbs, fixed a broken curtain rod holder thingy, and frost sprayed a window.
I spent the weekend picking out paint colors.
The whole weekend.
That was all I did.
I wandered around, staring at walls, turning on lights, staring at walls, turning off lights, staring at walls. I would sometimes ask for a second opinion.
Me: "Derrick, what do you think of this green in here?"
Derrick: "It's blue"
Me: "No. It's green. Trust me. It says celery green on the paint swatch and everything."
Derrick: "It's blue. I'm telling you it's blue"
Me: "Fine. It's blue. What do you think of this celery blue color in here?"
Derrick: "It's up to you. I don't really care. But it looks blue."
I eventually learned to stop asking for second opinions. The house color is on my head, and 48 hours of obsessing later, I am okay with that.
Wow, this is probably the most boring post ever.
I am tired I guess. I have lost all care for quality control. Taco Bell broke me.
You see, we were ordering a nice healthy dinner tonight, at the Taco Bello, and someone under 20 started to scream, "MY BOTTOM ITCHES!! I HAVE A RASH! I HAVE A RASH!" loudly, into the speaker.
"Yes. We'll have have a Nachos Bell Grande with that..."
They got our order wrong. We drove on.
The end.