i am like my mother

i have been thinking for the past few weeks about changing the color in our kitchen. i don't discuss it with paul (1st-because he doesn't care 2nd-he liked the mauve on the shelves when we moved in 3rd-he doesn't care 4th-he doesn't get why i have to move a couch around the room, let alone painting the kitchen) and so i just did it. kelsie was willing to help for a couple hours before she had to work. i got up right after paul left for work (i knew he would notice the change from willow to stormy-tealish blue when he got home), took everything away from the walls, taped and painted my heart out. as luck would have it, i was almost finished and i heard a voice say "what do you think you are doing?" oops! i had been caught. he came into the room and started laughing. i stood there like a child with my hand in the cookie jar, but i stood my ground. it is my kitchen so i can do what i want right? RIGHT! he walked around looking at everything and smiled. he did like it, i knew it. he then said "you are just like your mother." [a bit of history...when dad was out of town, mom had all the bushes taken out of the yard...while we were all asleep, mom painted the entire family room mustard yellow] i love the blue much, much more than the green and it seems to go better with frank, ella, louis etc.

-ash