Paint.

For those of you who may not know, Jim and I recently bought our first place. After careful thought, we decided we would embark on the journey of painting. If you are not in a relationship, I would say this: nothing can test your patience and love for one another more than choosing a paint and finally putting it on the walls.

After polling women recently, I realized that men fall into one of two categories: the decorator and the assistant. The assistant is much like my dad. He simply asks what color my mom wants or what she needs done and he does it. He will gladly choose a brush and throw some paint on the walls, leaving my mom to her true decorating skills. The decorator, on the other hand, is the man who suddenly believes he is God's gift to decorating. He has a sense of style and understands what naturally goes together. Without him, rooms across America would never get done. God has blessed me with the decorator.

While I appreciate his input, there are certain aspects of the "design" that I simply feel I have a better grasp of. He questions what I say (simply for lack of visualization) and don't even get me started on the process of putting the paint on the walls...

When all is said and done, I'm sure the place will look fantastic...until then, we will merely agree to disagree. Love you, James!