In his latest attempt to sell our house, my lovely hubby has pulled out all the stops. He hired an interior decorator (to give him ideas) and argues with himself about everything from paint colour to decorative cushions. So far, he had only been talking. Until today.
I arrived home to the smell of paint and noticed there were several bushes missing outside our house. One more glance told me I was wrong, there weren’t several bushes missing, there were trees missing as well. Then I looked inside the house.
This morning our house was a cream colour. Today, every room is a new rainbow shade. Furniture has magically moved or is missing altogether, we have new covers on our beds, pictures are in odd spots and every counter is bare. Not a soap, or toothbrush in sight. Our dogs, who could easily disrupt this transformation, were banished outside.
But then, today was also the day when I got this: