Cowboy and I have been married for almost 37 years. That equates to 444 months, or 1930 weeks or 13,514 days. Either way you calculate it, it’s a long, loonnnggg time. One would think that Cowboy would be familiar with the workings of my brain (however large or small it may be). But, there are still those moments when he has no idea why I do what I do or more specifically, how I think of all of my brilliant ideas.
Case in point-
One day last week I awoke at 3:30 a.m. with my brain a buzzin’. An idea came to me during my beauty sleep that got me excited. Oh my gosh, I can paint it! It’s a perfect idea!
I had been pondering for awhile about changing our bedroom up a smidge. We had already changed the flooring and refreshed the paint but I still hadn’t achieved the “look”. You know “the look” I’m talking about. It’s the same “look” I get on my face when I’ve found the perfect pair of cheetah print shoes. Or, when I’ve given a facial and the skin has the perfect amount of dewyness and it screams “look at me, I’m glowing” and I step back and give myself a pat on the back and say tp myself “yay me”!
This “look” should not be confused with “the look” I give Cowboy when he says something dumb. That’s a totally different “look”.
Anyhoo, I woke up with a new found plan for the day that consisted of painting our bedroom furniture. I hopped out of bed, washed my face, brushed my teeth, tied my hair up yada yada yada and put my cheetah print painting clothes on. Cowboy had already left to count his cows so I was completely alone with my creativity, which sometimes gets me in trouble but not all of the time.
I headed to the store room to select a paint color. As I was perusing my selection of colors, I came across the perfect shade of green and I also found a glaze to go with it. I know what ya’ll are thinking… green?! Trust the process people because it will look fabulous!
Did I ever tell you about the time I went to Lowe’s to buy paint and it leaked out of my suv all of the way home? Yep, left a paint trail all the way home. But that’s another story. Dumb salesperson who loaded it. If I ever see him again I’ll walk right up to him and poke his eyeballs out!
Back to my story-
I turned my music on and painted, danced and painted some more. Time flew by because when I looked at the clock I realized I only had an hour before I needed to leave for an overnight stay with my girlfriend. Once I cleaned everything up and showered, I called Cowboy on my way out the door.
ME: Hey, I’m heading out and I won’t be home until late tomorrow. You’ll need to sleep in Sweet Girl’s room for tonight.
COWBOY: What? Why?
ME: Because I woke up and decided to paint our bedroom furniture.
COWBOY: You just woke up and decided to paint? Just like that?
ME: Yes to both of those.
COWBOY: I don’t like this at all.
ME: I know, you never do. But don’t panic when you see our bedroom.
COWBOY: Tammy, we just painted in there not too long ago.
ME: Yes, we did. We painted the walls.
COWBOY: Well what in the heck did you paint then?
ME: Our furniture.
COWBOY: You’re kiddin’ me.
ME: Nope I’m not and it’s going to be fabulous when I’m finished.
COWBOY: I don’t like this.
ME: I know.
COWBOY: Tammy, that furniture was expensive.
ME: Yes it was, twenty years ago.
COWBOY: Why does it matter how old it is? It’s still good furniture.
ME: Listen, you should know by now how my brain works. It was either I paint it or I buy new furniture in there. Which one do you want?
COWBOY: I don’t like this at all.
ME: (Looking at my nails as I sigh) I know.
COWBOY: And where’s my pillow? Or did you paint that too?
ME: (Grinning into the phone) It’s in Sweet Girl’s room on her bed.
COWBOY: I don’t want to sleep on her bed. I don’t like it.
ME: (Looking in the rearview mirror as I refresh my lipstick and sigh again) I know. I guess you could sleep at your dad’s house.
ME (again): And by the way, we’ve been married for 13,514 days soooo you really should be used to this by now.
COWBOY: (Cricketts chirping) (He’s sighs) Yea, I know.
Hum, someone is a little testy.
’til next time y’all.