HGTV is the Spawn of Satan
Never, ever, EVER leave your working wife at home for a week with nothing to watch but HGTV.
Arriving home Friday afternoon after a long week of work, I was informed that we’ll be taking on a few projects this weekend. Painting the shutters, trimming the hedges, and repainting a bedroom in two-tone blue with a fancy border are all on the docket. I thought all I had to do was fix a leaky sink.
Forward 48 hours, and primer and one-tone of blue is all that’s done.
She wonders, “Why it isn’t complete yet?”
I reply that despite it being her project, I won’t allow painting by pregnant folk.
I’ll be spending the remainder of the week on this project, hopefully finishing within time of the weekend when my parents will be visiting, we’re both standing up in a wedding, and we’re hosting Sunday brunch for 25.
No pressure.