TheGoofster
Old Foggie
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One minute I was sitting there happily typing away an email, the next I find myself painting our entire downstairs.
The last thing I remember is my wife coming up to me, and saying that the downstairs really needed to be painted, and then she flashed me a look with those cute little eyes of hers, and Boom - I'm painting.
You'd think that after 19 years of marriage I would be immune to those eyes of hers, but nope, she gets me every time.
And the worse thing is that I hate painting!!! It was my job for a couple of years, and during that time I came to realize just how much I really hated to paint, and yet here I am doing it again.
The last thing I remember is my wife coming up to me, and saying that the downstairs really needed to be painted, and then she flashed me a look with those cute little eyes of hers, and Boom - I'm painting.
You'd think that after 19 years of marriage I would be immune to those eyes of hers, but nope, she gets me every time.
And the worse thing is that I hate painting!!! It was my job for a couple of years, and during that time I came to realize just how much I really hated to paint, and yet here I am doing it again.
