I first saw the hole, several weeks back. I came home to find the contractor and his team hard at work.
Hole might not be a strong enough a word. But Im not sure what you call it when the west side of your house is missing.
What do you think? said my contractor.
Looks great, but I think Brody might notice its gone, which might be a slight problem.
Unlike a new purse or jacket, which I can usually claim hes seen before, a missing wall, was maybe...just maybe, going to be harder to explain.
But I was fully prepared to try.
I immediately decided to cook something, put on lip gloss, and dress up in my finest sweatshirt - three things that were surely going to throw him off the scent.
Hey, how was your day? I said in my most dutiful wife voice, when he came in the door.
What I love about my husband is that he can play the game almost as well as I can.
My day was great! How was yours?, he said acting like the tree that I could now reach out and literally touch, while standing near the stove, wasnt there.
The cubbies are bigger than I expected though, but thats ok, Ill just get a second job to pay for them.
Darn...I think he noticed!
And I really thought the aroma from the Cheeseburger Hamburger Helper, coupled with my lip gloss, might beguile him to the point that he wouldnt.
The silver lining, of course, is he didnt tell me to get a second job.
That might come next week though, when he sees the shower that is filling up the hole.