Do you remember how my previous master home decorating plan was to just wait until Tom and I were going to sell our house in the year 2039 when we went to the nursing home, and then redecorate in the décor fashion of the day so the house would sell?
And do you remember when I wrote about the decorating intervention my daughters performed on me in June? (See July 25 entry, "Intervention")?
And do you remember the hours and hours we spent on ladders, scraping wallpaper off the walls of the kitchen, two bedrooms, and two bathrooms? Hours and hours—some of the wallpaper coming off in tiny, slimy pieces that responded only to brute strength and foul language?
And do you remember how we now have painted just about every wall in our house, completely eradicating the out-of-date 1986 wallpaper?
Do you remember?
Check out Friday’s headline in the “Life” section of our newspaper:
I should have stuck with the 2039 plan.