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Me: Do you want to go to the seminar with me tomorrow?
F.: What is it on?
Me: How to decorate windows and use lighting in a home.
F.: I already told you that I'd buy you and install the fluorescent lights under your kitchen cabinets.
Me: Yes, but now I want to learn how to decorate windows and make our home all pretty.
F. mumbled something here about "pretty" and "money" (or lack thereof)...didn't exactly catch it all. :-)
Me: So, is that a yes?
F.: When is it?
Me: Tomorrow, 3 to 4PM.
F.: No, tomorrow I'm working on the roof most of the day.
Me: You're not working on the roof when I'm not around.
F.: What difference does it make? Not like you can help me or anything.
Me: No, but I want to be there if you fall off.
F.: You're babying me, stop it!
Me: Fine, then I want to be there to say "I told you so" when you fall off.
Somehow the topic of conversation got changed really fast to the kind of lights I would like to see under my kitchen cabinets. (I think that we got the matter almost settled, both agreeing that the ones that light up by touching a metal part would be best.)
Babying him because I don't want him walking around on our roof when there's no one else around!?!? We live in a middle-middle class neighbourhood where the neighbours hire overpriced contractors to do mediocre work. We are determined to do most of the repairs and renovations on our house ourselves (Dad-in-law has already offered to come up for 3 weeks at some point and help us finish the basement, including wiring, suspended ceilings, plumbing and all that good stuff) and to do it right. F. and his family have the know how. But that doesn't mean that I want my husband to put himself in more danger than he needs to.
Maybe I'll buy him new running shoes....
Babying him! HA! He should be so lucky! :-P
F.: What is it on?
Me: How to decorate windows and use lighting in a home.
F.: I already told you that I'd buy you and install the fluorescent lights under your kitchen cabinets.
Me: Yes, but now I want to learn how to decorate windows and make our home all pretty.
F. mumbled something here about "pretty" and "money" (or lack thereof)...didn't exactly catch it all. :-)
Me: So, is that a yes?
F.: When is it?
Me: Tomorrow, 3 to 4PM.
F.: No, tomorrow I'm working on the roof most of the day.
Me: You're not working on the roof when I'm not around.
F.: What difference does it make? Not like you can help me or anything.
Me: No, but I want to be there if you fall off.
F.: You're babying me, stop it!
Me: Fine, then I want to be there to say "I told you so" when you fall off.
Somehow the topic of conversation got changed really fast to the kind of lights I would like to see under my kitchen cabinets. (I think that we got the matter almost settled, both agreeing that the ones that light up by touching a metal part would be best.)
Babying him because I don't want him walking around on our roof when there's no one else around!?!? We live in a middle-middle class neighbourhood where the neighbours hire overpriced contractors to do mediocre work. We are determined to do most of the repairs and renovations on our house ourselves (Dad-in-law has already offered to come up for 3 weeks at some point and help us finish the basement, including wiring, suspended ceilings, plumbing and all that good stuff) and to do it right. F. and his family have the know how. But that doesn't mean that I want my husband to put himself in more danger than he needs to.
Maybe I'll buy him new running shoes....
Babying him! HA! He should be so lucky! :-P