When your pre-teen son calls to you from the bathroom “Mom, can you come here for a minute?”, a hundred things pass through your head (and not good ones, by the way!). Upon my arrival at the bathroom door I was quite “relieved” to find that there were no “personal” issues for me to deal with, but rather problems more of the plumbing persuation. He pointed to the ceiling. And that’s when I saw it. A bathroom renovation in the making. The shower on the second floor was leaking right through the ceiling above our heads.
It was the perfect opportunity to finally get that room freshened up! Now, this is not a typical blogging topic for me, so let me explain. My husband is a good man. He always does what I ask, when I ask, no questions asked. Its pretty ideal. He’s painted my livingroom purple, my dining green, my kitchen yellow, my daughter’s room pink, my son’s room turquoise, and my office coral. So, I would like to showcase his handywork for all of you to see as a celebration of him! Thank you Paul for being such a super guy. Sorry ladies, he’s taken.




























