…why I love my boyfriend.

We have light in our basement! YAY! My handsome dear lover took the initiative to install the recessed lighting. It probably is because I complained that we didn’t get anything done in the house this past weekend. He reminded me that we built a closet for our friends who were having an appraisal done for their re-finance deal. The appraisal-boosting closet turned their extra bonus over-the-garage room into a bona fide bedroom. I retorted that ‘it wasn’t our house’ and I am pretty sure I did a ‘z’ style snapping sequence…am I stinking selfish or what?!?! Lord, forgive me for my pissy tude. And please bless my BFF hubbie for having the patience to deal with his four year old wife.

The recessed lighting was an obvious choice for the low ceiling and we decided to do five lights in the room and two in the closet. The placement of each light was decided for us by the beams, crossbeams, gas lines and joists in the ceiling. We didn’t want to go through the extra work of moving things around up there…so we chose locations for the lights that required little to no “bonus renovations”.

And just for all you peeps that like renos and the quirks of DYI…we do our plans on whatever happens to be lying around. In this case, it was the light box. Unfortunately, this particular unit that comes in this box was the wrong size. Now we have marked our ceiling measurements marked and this light (and the box) will be returned to the store 🙂

oh – and one other thing…

(WARNING: Single ladies – just give up because nobody can compare if you read this story. If you proceed, a long, miserable, uncontent life will be inevitable!)

my boyfriend can do…

the most. amazing. thing.

with a round brush and a blow dryer.

Yes, girls, my boyfriend can give a blow-out better than my hairdresser.

I showed him one time. He picked up the brush. my hair is now ridiculous. It is like I am Jessica and I have my own personal Ken Paves. best part – my husband isn’t even gay.