Sunday, February 15, 2009

The Evolution of Our Bedroom

Sometime last week I posed the question as to which room everyone thought we chose as our bedroom.  Phishez guessed correctly! In fact, she was the only one to guess but that is okay. We chose the crazy drape room as our bedroom quite by accident.  You see, when we went to move in, B and his friend discovered that the floors were still wet.  So the bed was the only piece of furniture that made it to the second floor before the discovery and it ended up in the crazy drape room.  We spent the night in there and then realized the room was quite large for our purposes and that we could even fit our dressers in there.  So the room went from looking like this:




To looking like this after the paint job:


And like this after the dressers were put in and pictures were hung:


Yes, we still have those ugly drapes. We will have them for a little while longer as I attempt to get curtains and/or shades for the rest of our many windows. Ugly they may be, but they keep out the cold and darken the room nicely. So they stay for now.

Now, if you will remember, B made up a "rule" about the bedroom and laundry baskets. Clearly that rule was made in order to keep the room looking neat.  To that end, I submit to you Exhibits A and B:

Exhibit A - my dresser:



Exhibit B - B's dresser:



Who needs rules??? That's what I thought.  I told B I planned on posting these shots to which he exclaimed "That's not fair! You had to time to clean your area up!"  No, it had been like that the whole time, with my keeping my laundry in the laundry basket and hamper.  He finally acknowledged that was its usual condition.  Meanwhile, his dresser still looks like this with an occasional cleaning.

Maybe I should institute a rule...

Friday, February 13, 2009

I've Got You Baby

The other day I was discussing the new house with a woman at the office. We were discussing mortgages, the renovations, and my commute when she suddenly says "and then you have the baby."

Wait. Stop. What?

I think I actually thought those words in my head.  What on earth was she talking about?

Me: We don't have a baby.
Her: I didn't think you did but I saw on your Facebook that you did.

I started racking my brain trying to think when I could have possibly said I had a baby on Facebook when I never had a baby.  Nope. Nothing.

Her:  Maybe it was someone else commenting on your Facebook.  They were talking about how the baby liked the house.
Me: Oh! That was probably my sister-in-law. She talks about her baby in the third person a lot.
Her: Yeah, that is probably right.
Her: I didn't think you had a baby, but then I thought you may have had one from before.

Wait. Stop. What?

From before? Before when?  I have been at this office for three years.  If I had a baby before it really wouldn't be a baby anymore, right? More like a child or something? Maybe I might have referenced it at least once in the three years I had been there?

I do not have a secret baby.

I do not have a secret child.

Apparently, however, I have a secret personal life because even those that I think know me well know nothing about me.

But I must say I am digging the phrase "and then you have the baby."  It sounds like one heck of an awesome excuse:

Boss:  I need those documents first thing in the morning.
Me:  Well I had plans to go to dinner and drinks.  And then I have the baby.
Boss: Good point.  Take an extra day!

or

B:  What are you doing today? I want you to help paint the kitchen.
Me: Well I had plans to watch Lifetime movies while lying half awake on the couch.  And then I have the baby.
B:  Good point. I will paint everything.

Think it will work?

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Laying Down the Law

Upon arriving home last night, B rushed me into our bedroom so that I could see all the work he had done. On the way up there he informed me "there are some new rules" in reference to the bedroom. I love when B tries to institute new rules. While some of them make sense, some of them are just too cute like the "one shoe in, one shoe out" rule where if I buy a new pair of shoes, I have to get rid of a different pair. As if that is going to happen. Whenever B comes up with what I think is a harebrained rule, I just come up with a counter one that is equally harebrained and effects him like the "one watch in, one watch out rule." You don't mess with B's watches. Match. Point. Win. You don't play logic games with an attorney.

So, anyway, I headed upstairs eager to see the bedroom and to hear about this new "rule." B had painted our bedroom the night before and that day had apparently put everything back in the room including our dressers on the respective sides of the room. That sound crazy, perhaps, but it is strange to go to your dresser and have someone else's alarm clock on it. Maybe I am just strange.

Anyway, it looks good. Much better than what we started with and I even like the color of the walls - "porpoise" despite the fact I thought it should be green like a turtle (obviously confusing "tortoise" with "porpoise" much to B's amusement). After telling me all that he had done, B announced his new "rule":

B: [pointing] And THAT will not be in this room.
Me: What are you pointing at?
B: That! I am pointing at that hamper.
Me: You mean the LAUNDRY BASKET?
B: Yes.
Me: That is not a hamper. It is a laundry basket.
B: Whatever.
Me: Um, it is YOUR laundry basket.
Me: It had YOUR clothes in it.
B: Well, it doesn't anymore.
Me: Um, okay. But it is still YOUR laundry basket. Mine is in the other room with that other thing I call a hamper.
B: I am just saying, no laundry baskets in the room anymore.
Me: So, basically you just instituted a new rule about yourself?
B: Whatever.

Yep, way to lay down the law. To yourself. About yourself. Glad I could be there as a witness though.

I will help keep both of "you" in line.

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