It's Time

Dear Husband,

I don't want you to freak out or anything, but I did something today that I know will get under your skin.

Are you sitting down?

I hung a dart board in our son's room.

Don't worry, the darts are magnetic. However, I didn't even measure to make sure I was placing the push pin in exactly the right spot between the window and the end of the wall. My trusty assistant just simply pointed to the spot where he wanted to throw darts and I obliged.

I am well aware that this will drive you bananas. You, my dear husband, who can tell me exactly who is responsible for every knick and scratch that turns up on our gorgeous new hardwood floors. You, who keeps the plastic covering on any new electronic gadget that comes into our house until I finally peel it off for you. Thank goodness I had the good sense to tell the furniture delivery guys to take the plastic covering off our sofa and take it with them.

Do you realize that we've been back in our freshly remodeled house for almost seven months now and this is the very first thing that has been hung on our lonely, empty and barren walls? It's time.

Remember when we were getting our old house ready to sell and the stager hung pictures on our walls and put furniture in all our empty rooms? And we talked about how great our house looked and why didn't we actually hang some pictures while we lived there?

I know every nail hole and fingerprint on our pristine walls pains you. I know. I know it's even more painful for you not to hang anything, anywhere without first measuring at least three times and then once again just because.

It's time though. It's time to actually start decorating this house. It started with the wall stickers I put in the girl's closet. Remember you actually said they looked nice once they were up?

It'll be OK, I promise. Get out your measuring tape and your hammer.

Love,

You Wife

p.s. I am all for hanging pictures, but I want you to know that I actually did not give my permission for this.

Or OMG this!!