Last night I went to bed around 8. Yeah. I'm old. And tired out. Not only am I trying to get boxes unpacked, it is also spring break. And I forgot to buy Benadryl to slip into my Grandlittles milk.
Oh, calm down.
I am just kidding about the benadryl.
Mr. Jenny came in to talk to me and said, "So...I read your blog post about the crocs."
And I pretended I had already fallen asleep.
He poked me.
And repeated himself. "Yeah, I read your blog post about the crocs. I think that's a mistake anyone would have made."
I tried to pretend I was still sleeping but, sadly, a giggle escaped.
I opened my eyes.
"Okay. Answer me this. Why did you say it would look cute if I put crocs up there then? Why didn't you say 'what in the world is wrong with you woman?' "
Mr. Jenny sighed. He said, "I learned a long time ago that your decorating stuff often sounds weird but then looks cool. You are good at decorating. I recognize I am not. I was just letting it go to see how it would look."
"How did you think we were going to wear those shoes in the yard then?"
He sat quietly for a second and then replied, "Well, I was a little fearful there might be a tall ladder involved in the decorating somehow, but I decided to just wait and see."
I love that man.
What a guy.
Any husband that would keep his mouth shut about a wife wanting to put rubber shoes up (and possibly a long ladder) as decoration is definitely a keeper. Don't you think?
But don't tell him I said that.
I like to keep him on his toes. Even with his still broken foot I know he is appreciative of living with 'never a dull moment'.
In fact I'm certain that's exactly what the stunned look on his face many days means.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Here's some pictures, though. We're settling in.
Crocs in their rightful place.
Crocks in their rightful place up on the ledge thing-y.
Stars and aprons. Not sure how these two unlike things go together but it fit on this tall wall and kinda/sorta filled it in.
A high up ledge thing-y decorating with ONE crock and no crocs.
Mr. Jenny, aka Decorator Dude, settling into his almost finished office. See Oskar in the doorway of Mr. Jenny's office? See Oskars picture at the wall on the right? Is that too 'matchy-matchy' do you think?
Thanks for stopping by. I have to run to the store and get benadryl and some other stuff for day two of Spring break.