The relatives are coming, the relatives are coming! (Oh wait. They’re already here.)
Yup, in all their wondrous, magnificent relative-ness, my sister, Debbie, brother-in-law Randy and nephew, Caleb, arrived from Wisconsin at about 11 pm last night. (My mom decided she wasn’t up to the long trip after all. We all miss you, Mom!)
Steve and I sent Nathan and Sarah to the Norfolk airport to do the Relative Pick Up Run (four hours round trip) since we were still in the throes of getting the guest bathroom finished before the actual, genuine relative guests arrived.
You may remember these pictures from yesterday?
That was then--and this is now.
We even fancy-folded the toilet paper so that The Relatives would feel like they had stumbled into a posh hotel by accident. (They weren’t fooled. But we tried.)
And I was ever so excited to have acquired a pile of new matching towels and wash cloths that I could neatly fold and arrange. We had found a whole stack of them on the clearance shelf at Wal-Mart. There are few things in life more rewarding than seeing new linens, neatly folded that were bought on clearance. Ahhhh.
(Why no, I don’t get out much. Why do you ask?)
After the Folding Of the Towel Ceremony had been accomplished, Steve and I started scrounging around the house for some sort of something to hang on the bathroom wall so that it wasn’t quite so bare. We happened to remember this (un-hung) picture of a lighthouse we had climbed when we went to the Bahamas on our 20th wedding anniversary. We’d had the print matted and framed nine years ago and--voila! It unintentionally ended up matching our newly redone bathroom. Not to mention, it ties in well with the coastal/ lighthouse-peppered area where we live.
And then? I was extra excited to remember that I had this Kleenex box in Nathan’s room—with lighthouses on it! Blue lighthouses! To match the light house print! I was so happy! Not to mention excited! I mean, it’s not everyday that my Kleenex box coordinates with my decor. Martha Stewart, eat your heart out.
Even though the bathroom was coming together quite swimmingly, the office/temporary storage area wasn’t faring quite as well. Steve walked in and said, “Honey, what should we do about the office before Randy and Debbie get here?”
I said, “How about if we just close the door.”
I just love “close the door” cleaning solutions.
Okay. Now. Are you possibly wondering what I was referring to in the title of this post?
Well, here is the Official Explanation of What NOT To Do. (You might want to take notes.)
When your (very tired and mentally exhausted) husband is standing on the bathroom sink at 9:30 pm, and when he has his hands all over wires and all manner of wiring paraphernalia in his quest to change out a lighting fixture do not . . . I repeat. . . do NOT sneak up behind him with a camera and take a picture, especially—and this is quite important--a FLASH picture.
Why? Because a sudden bright flash occurring out of nowhere in the midst of a wiring task could very easily cause your husband to come very, extremely close to having a very, extremely serious heart attack.
To Steve’s credit, he did not yell at me in disgruntled husbandly fashion. He merely flailed his arms around wildly, jumped straight up in the air and hollered in a highly concerned manner, “What shorted out?” (Not that I’m counting or anything, but I think he now has fifty-two extra grays where he didn’t have gray hair last night.)
The following picture was taken after I had asked for (and received) express permission to do so. I did not repeat my previous mistake. And I will never repeat that mistake. Ever again. Because I sort of like my husband in an un-heart attacked state.
Finally, a few more photos of the finished project.
Ahhhh . . . . such a nice change.