I think some people are baffled by the fact that I am heading up this renovation, not my husband. Contractors come to the house and ask wearily if I can make decisions. Um, yeah, it's not 1922. It's like this, I am doing 95% of the work, so I get to make 95% of the decisions. Which, is good and bad. Also, I like this stuff. Dan, not so much. Then, there is the handy factor. While I love him dearly he is not the handiest guy I know. Now, he can certainly do a few things, but he mainly just doesn't like it. Destruction, yes. Putting together a 220-piece grill, no. Also, he could really care less about the details of a kitchen backsplash and the fine measurements of how in the world we are going to get a built in china cabinet in the dining room area. The contractors, the plans, the budget, they are all big headaches. So, when it comes down to it I figure out all the hassles (and get to pick out all the accesories!) and then we finalize the plans together. It really works out great.
He makes a perfect steak, kicks my ass in tennis, is an amazing journalist, and would give you the shirt of his back. That's why I am lucky to have him as my buddy through this renovation adventure.
Happy 3 year anniversary hun!
Love, your wife, Ben
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