Proof I’m the World’s Best Wife
Subtitle: Or the most manipulative. One of those. Maybe both.
The Husband and I will be renovating a house early next year, and I’m sure you’ll be hearing all about the projects and DIY disasters accomplishments. I lurve stuff like that. Almost as much as I love books. Or Mumford and Sons. Or Chris Thile. Almost.
It’s a smaller and older home, so naturally it has itsybitsy closets. I have a grand plan for how to create a larger master closet, for the small sacrifice of some square footage in The Boy’s room. And before you think I’m going Carrie Bradshaw on you, let me clarify that “larger” will barely qualify as a respectable shoebox.
In a burst of impressive manly inspiration, The Husband declared his intention to tackle Project Closet himself. He referenced a carpentry book and used fancy words like “Stud Finder” and “Bracing” that made me think that he may actually be capable of pulling this off. (Not that I ever doubted you, babe. Really.) I get excited when I think we can do something DIY, because DIY is fun to me, and even though it rarely works out this way, what I hear is “Cheaper.” (Before you think, “‘Cheaper? That sounds really responsible. It’s like I don’t even know you, Colleen!” just chiiiill.)
When I save money on something like a pimped-out closet, I should think:
Wahooo! I can put that extra cash in my 401k!
But what I really think is:
Wahooo! Show Momma the POTTERY BARN!
At least I’m honest.
After last night’s conversation about my our new closet, The Husband texted me this morning and said:
“If I’m going to be doing projects like this, I think I need a truck.”
To which I replied:
“I think you’re right.”
That response? Proves I’m the world’s coolest wife.
To recap: I’m getting a new closet and possibly a Pottery Barn out of this deal. But I agreed, no questions asked, that he could get a truck. Which means that he owes me. Score! Wait…I mean…we aren’t keeping score. *cough*
Also: I know some of you are thinking, hey, Writer Math aside, a new truck would blow any budget, but watch this: He’s gonna sell his current Toyota Avalon and buy a used truck. Don’t ask me year, make or model. That’s not my department. So the truck will essentially be free.
Which may mean we also need to show Momma the Ann Taylor catalogue.
Win!
PS-Interested in hearing about some of my summer shenanigans? Check out this post on The Momtourage about my cousin Katie’s bachelorette party in Chicago!
