This Woman’s Work
The only other black mark against The Wallpaper Guy…five minutes ago, he made the incorrect assumption that the UberHusband did all the paint touch-ups in the kitchen last night:
“Wow. Your husband touched up all the paint. Good job, he did!”
“Thanks, but I did it.”
I knocked him over the head with his ladder and threw him in the back of the Jeep. Broken champagne flutes are one thing…assuming The Little Woman couldn’t have possibly taxed her little self by painting? An entirely different matter.
Now I just need to dispose of him before it starts snowing.
Bwa ha ha.





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