Today, Joe and I reached the point in the bathroom project where we want to kill each other. It was somewhat inevitable.
He's cranky because although it looks great and I think the tile is holding just fine, he thinks it's a crap job and that it will all come crashing down in the middle of the night because he doesn't know what he's doing.
I'm cranky because I was at work all day and when I came home to paint some more he neglected to tell me that he hadn't feathered the dry wall seam mud, so I yelled at him for not mentioning it.
Oh, and the anniversary of our engagement is Sunday, so yeah, married life at our house is just a bowl of cherries right now.
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