Musings at Altitude

My wife and daughter spent the last couple of days painting the biggest bedroom upstairs in preparation for my 15 year old invading it.  Here’s the color and a sense for the size:

 

The new inhabitant got to pick the paint scheme – this color blue on 3 of the walls, and then a much darker blue on the 4th wall.  I must admit, it looks really nice!

After painting for 2 days though, my nearly ancient but oh so beautiful wife is moaning and groaning from the after effects of all the exercise compressed into such a short period of time.  And to make it worse, with the painting done now, the furniture needs to be moved into the room. 

And I’m leaving town!  Very convenient on my part!

In one of my less than brilliant moves this morning, I asked, “When will you move the furniture into the room?”

Denise immediately popped back, “You expect me to move furniture when I can’t even lift my cup of coffee!”

I think she was serious!  I think I actually heard her muscles screaming and her body creaking all the way across the room!

And she thinks I don’t care.  I really, really do!

But thank goodness for business trips!

I know I’d get in lots more trouble if I hung around!