I’ve found myself saying this quite a bit lately. Why? Well, because Honey is on a roll. And by roll, I mean tumbling toward domestic disaster. Check out these beauties…

Time: Last week

Place: Our house

Situation: Remodel

I finally found the bed I wanted and it wasn’t the one Honey had his eye on, I can tell you that.

We’re both standing in the garage staring at the stacked frame that was just delivered and that’s when I noticed Honey’s unusual silence. I looked up. “Problem?”

“I’m still in shock.”

Imagine me doing an eye-roll here as I think about all the times he’s called me melodramatic over the years. “Shock? Seriously?”

“I thought we’d decided on the iron one at that pot store.”

*Looks right at you* Yeah, I always shop for my bedroom furniture while I peruse the frying pan aisle. *Shakes head and then corrects him.* “Pottery Barn. And no. You liked that one and I told you I wasn’t willing to pay that much cash for something I wasn’t in love.”

He glowers at me and points to the pieces of frame that are going to make my master bedroom centerpiece, and croaks out, “That.” Yup, he even went one outrage further by stabbing a point at our soon-to-be new bed. “That’s what you’re in love with?”

I nodded because it was. *Looks away and then looks back* Okay, truthfully, I wasn’t in love with it in its current condition, but Honey was going to change all that. I had big plans of him redoing the piece that’s probably why he was aggravated.

Long story short? I dropped the subject and, later on that night in our soon-to-be old bed, I made him VERY tired but extremely happy before I dropped the refurbish bomb on him.