Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Home Improvement

Last night, Brad got home at the stroke of midnight, having worked late and then picked up someone from the airport. He had drunk one of those caffeine drinks that is supposed to give you WINGS...and keep you awake. So, needless to say, he didn't fall asleep as fast as he usually does. We started talking about putting a kitchenette into our finished basement so we could possibly use it as a rental space. It's something we've talked about before, sort of relegating it to the dim future. But there is a chance that the dim future has become now. So, we were talking about weird home-owner things like plumbing and putting some outside steps around the back of the house, and other logistics... Suddenly, I said, " I want to go down and look at the basement." Duh. It's a basement. I've seen it before. But for some reason, we were both wicked excited about it. We both leaped out of bed and rushed downstairs to the basement. It was probably quarter of one in the morning at that point. We walked around, scheming and brainstorming. I felt like a little kid.

And then we found a lizard in the bathroom. Niiiiice. Brad shooed me out (I didn't need much convincing) while he blew on it to see if it was alive. Nope. It was dead. Gross. He dealt with it. All dead animals fall under his jurisdiction, whether it be mice in New Hampshire, or lizards in Georgia.

Anyway, this random experience of running down to the basement in the middle of the night and planning home improvement projects left me thinking, " I love being married to Brad."

4 comments:

Ruth said...

"All dead animals fall under his jurisdiction"- That is so awesome! I'm totally gonna make sure that is written into the vows or something when I get married :)

karena said...

Awwwww. I'm glad you are married to Brad too.Animals or
no animals....

Amy said...

Eww!! I don't mind lizards when they are considered pets (and housed in a cage at someone else's house)...but I don't think I'd like them on my bathroom floor. Russell does have a dead lizard that was somehow amazingly preserved...I've never asked for the story...that moved from his apartment into our house. It still has its eyes and toenails. Icky!! I'm just waiting for when we paint..."Oh, gosh, I got some on the lizard! Oh well, off to the trash he goes..."

Amy said...

And the sentiment at the end was terribly precious. :D