Pimpin' for paint

I have officially decided that I am going to paint the cabinets in my kitchen and I am a little overwhelmed. No, I am not concerned about all of the sanding, painting and reassembling, that stuff should be a breeze considering I plan to get my husband to do the majority of the work.

It is my part of the deal that intimidates me just a little because I know that it has to be well planned and implemented correctly in order for things to go my way.

Now, I have already planted the seed by telling him this morning what his my plans were for the weekend. That conversation went something like this:

Me: Guess what I am doing this weekend?

Him: What?

Me: I am going to paint the kitchen cabinets black.

Him: The hell you are.

Can't you just feel the love? I think we are off to a great start, especially since it ended with me telling him how great it would look and how I was going to do most of the work myself and it wouldn't really cost that much and (I can't leave out the most important part) how I would be sure to thank him later.

Yes, that is right, I said I would thank the man later. I am not beneath prostituting myself out to my husband to get a little work done around the house.

So the plan is for me to go buy all the stuff which shall include paint not only for the cabinets, but the walls as well, a new light fixture, and possibly some tile for a new back splash. I just can't wait to see the look on his face when I walk through the door and crush his plans for a lazy weekend.

I know that I promised him that I was going to do most of the work myself and I plan to. Don't you know construction management is tough work? I plan to oversee each and every project. The same way I did when we installed the new lights in the dining room.

I read the instructions, and even stood on the table and held the light up as he attempted to get the wires in the right location, over and over again. The project that I told him wouldn't last more than an hour, turned into a day and a half and finally my brother had to come over and to fix everything he had done. I guess you can say my husband is no Handy Manny. I laughed so hard at all his bitching that I almost peed on myself while standing on the table bossing him around helping out.

Three kids people, the bladder is not what it used to be.

And, since I am not one to break any promises, if things go right I will possibly even shave my legs. Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures, really it's the least I can do.