Am I the only one that still finds this scene from Friends highly amusing?
Let me start this post by saying that I love my husband. Ride or die. We’re in it to win it. HOWEVER…
He has this unconscious habit of starting home improvement projects immediately before we host some sort of gathering. One time we were literally tearing painters tape off the wall as his parents drove up to our house.
He finished building these beauties before, during, and after our wedding and finished conveniently right before we hosted guests for his medical school graduation.
He also thought that putting up drywall, replacing and adding moulding, and repainting the dining room in the middle of hosting two holidays was a really great idea.
So it should not have surprised me in the least that less than a month before having friends of friends from another country, whom we never met, stay with us would be the very best time to install hardwood on our second floor. But I’m ever hopeful… just kidding. I’m a freaking cynic and knew there was no way in hell this was going to end well.
Another thing about my husband is his stubbornness. (Remember my disclaimer at the top of this. I love him, but he’s a stubborn son of a bitch sometimes.) Perhaps to alleviate my stress by seeing all the lumber make its way into our home, he lugged all of it by himself in our compact SUV. 2200 pounds of hardwood.
So, here we go. 4 weeks. Anyone want to play a drinking game? One shot for every time I ask Pete, “Are you sure this will be done in time?”