Well, another weekend has passed us by in the blink of an
eye. It was a lovely weekend what with Hubby off again (I’m getting spoilt as
it’s the second weekend in a row and he’s off next weekend too! Woo hoo).
Hubby decided that he wanted to visit the DIY stores to have
a nose at the bathrooms as in the next few months the 1970s pink bathroom will
be no more! Hurrah!!!! And how prepared
he was with his measurements and springy tape measure. Cute! Very impressed! But even more impressive
was the fact that we both liked the same designs/colours/styles. It was lovely mooching around together,
discussing and planning. I even played silly buggers when Hubby went off for
some quotes and I was hiding from him in the kitchen department. Has to be
done. And I fell in love with the black SMEG larder fridge! Absolutely gorgeous.
And then it went downhill. We entered the world of power
tools! Hubby’s face lit up like a kid at Christmas at the sight of all the
drills and chain saws. I couldn’t see
it. Within an instant I was bored! A moment ago we were admiring the pretty
lighting, shiny taps and floating toilets and then the next . . . . Drills! I don’t
get it. And when he saw this humongous drill that looked like only Arnold Schwarzenegger
could lift, I swear he began to dribble!
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I couldn’t even lift the darn thing off its display peg!
Hubby made it look so easy and this is my theory as to why men do not suffer
with bingo wings! The weight of this drill is ridiculous! How are you meant to
actually use it! But men manage it and it really does give the arms a work out.
I nearly dropped it when Hubby handed it to me. No wonder their arms are so
toned!
Then we moved to the chain saws . . . eek! Should I be
scared that Hubby gets a wicked glint in his eye? I know I am! And I’m just
slightly concerned that the price of these toys is silly money!
And then he looks at the drill bits. And in all seriousness
he turns to me and says “That’s a good looking set of drill bits isn’t it?” WTF! (excuse my french).
As opposed to what? A Chloe handbag? A bar of Galaxy? The shoe dept in New Look? Heat magazine?
“Yeah, they’re lovely.” I replied with a smile. But he knew. Could sense
my complete lack of interest and how on earth would I know the difference from
one drill bit to another? What a dumb
arse question. I just want a lovely,
sparkling new bathroom. How it gets here and put together is not my concern . .
. . Just as long as the little house fairies
sprinkle enough fairy dust to do it right.
Love me x
Glad you're back!! And I completely sympathize. My own hubby likes to go on and on about cars, and as much as I love him, I can't make myself pay attention. He starts talking and I immediately go zombie, withdrawing into my own head and leaving him with a dead eyed companion nodding randomly at his diatribe. My bad.
ReplyDeleteOur first home had a yellow bathroom, bright yellow, suite and all, but renting meant no change and I had to live with it! Our current home had orangey/peach...ugh, so very glad when that went. Now it's lovely and white and sparkly (sometimes, when I clean...), and I can accessorise with any colour I want and change colour if I want! Love it! Hope you get yours soon!
ReplyDeleteGreat to have you back! :)
So funny and right on the money! I too am wishing for a new bathroom. It must wait until next year though; I spent the money on having my eyes lasered (with Hubbies total consent). Loved it as usual Mrs! xxxx
ReplyDeleteWelcome back! Super post.
ReplyDeleteI so know what you mean about men and power tools. Mr B has a chain saw - beware stray bits of wood :-)
I would never let him near the bathroom renovation, however. Oh no, I have a nice man doing it for us. Pop over to my blog to see the chandelier I have chosen!
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