So. For the 20 or so hours Bob was home this weekend, he liked my home improvements. Once he noticed them. Good thing, for his sake.
Poor guy. He drove in from Atlanta last night, walked in the house, and went straight to the powder room (too many Diet Dr. Peppers on the road). He came out and DIDN'T SAY A WORD about the paint. He went right back outside to gather all his crap to bring in from his car and then plopped down to watch the LSU game.
After a few minutes, I kinda started quizzing him on new things around the house. Curtains? Looked great. However, he did NOT notice the painted bathroom. Goober. He knew something in there was different, but he thought I'd reframed/rematted the "guest book." When my line of questioning finally prompted him to return to the room, he noticed the paint. Then I showed him my "office" and he was pleased. Mainly because I hung the shelves without him, which meant he didn't have to mess with them.
So this morning, we had quite possibly the worst breakfast in Charlotte and then drove to Greensboro. He was supposed to fly to Chicago to start work, only then to be a passenger on a flight back to GSO so he could pick up the plane and start his actual work day by flying passengers back to Chicago. Instead of all that nonsense, I just drove him to GSO so he could bypass Chicago (the first time), therefore spending more quality time with me (eating a crappy breakfast and riding in the car together for 2 hours).
Yeah. This schedule of his is no fun. However, he works until Wednesday and then he's off for a few days, during which we will go watch some friends of ours get hitched. Woo hoo!
