Andy's work last night

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Andy has been painting the house all of his free time.
To those of you that dont know us personally you may think he is a workaholic. and...
YOU WOULD BE RIGHT>!!!
He is a highly motivated and when he decides anything it is that way.
That is a good and bad trait.
PAinting, working around the house, making money GOOD THING>
Bargaining with his wife and making compromises, sometimes NOT SO GOOD>
Soo lets talk about the color of the formal living room and dining room.
Yes the brownish, baigeish, pinkylike color Andy bought 6 gallons of to cover all the walls.
I went over there last night to check opn him and he was already on his way home and I found the color a little uhhmmm should I say....
Not what I expected....
Im am not sure about it and yet I have a feeling it will be on the walls to stay without much discussion.
Now realize I dont expect any changes in the color at this point realizing we have hundreds of dollars invested in it.
I might say I am uhmm cautious about the color at this point.
I think alot of pics and curtains and bright white moulding is going to change the effect greatly. ( I HOPE)
I dont think it is that bad but I thought it was a little redder than it is turning out.
There is one pic looking from the kitchen to the dining room and you can see the transition and the thought that I had in choosing the colors, I hope it works as well as I had hoped.
I added a pic of the front door from the inside because it is just simply beautiful.

My cousin Amy had her baby last night. She was due at Christmas time and the baby is barely two pounds I am praying for GOD to help them at his time and to take care of their baby.
Jack spiked a fever last night out of no where 102. I dosed him up with Tylenol and advil and it broke during the night. Three is MRSA infections in the valley and of course I swear he has it until he wakes up this morning feeling fine and his nose is running greeen the color of a Georgian swamp. Missi is feeling alot better and hanging around the house. I anticipate a relapse of her symptoms around 6 tonight in anticipation of school tomorrow morning.
You know the Sunday night last ditch effort to stay home another day.
Andy ios at the house today until 5 when he will come home to watch thebaby until I get home from Philly.
I was thinking I need to get out of the house more without the baby.
Andy went out with his cronies last night and this morning I got the scoop, He loves to respond with the answer to "How was your night?" with "Not convicted !!!"
They hit all the regular joints, Spags, the saloon, then as the night went on they hit one tittie bar but of course they werent worth the cover charge so they got out of there. Then hit the place ANdy and I met for our first date Hops and Barley.
Then ended the night at an old mans house that has a liqour license and hung out with Syd until 3 ish.
Andy is the kind of guy that can get into anything, out of anything and never usually leaves a mark. You are just left wondering "What just blew through here and what was he saying?" LOL (Am I right T!?)
We dont get out much together anymore with most of our free time together at the house. I am really looking forward to the winter months being able to hit a few restaurants we havent been in a while and really chatting again.
OK I will write again after our trip to KOP.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Um. Eh. I'll hold my tongue on the getting into & out of everything without a scratch comment, LOL.

That aside, I'm jealous though I shouldn't be. My sister & I are heading to KOP on the 18th :D
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