This weekend while the hubby tried to watch his football game without screaming, turning red, or stomping his feet I was busy trying to clean up, decorate, and paint somethings.
I bobbed and weaved whenever I went in front of the TV. He sat at the edge of the couch gritting his teeth and sometimes saying "Oh come on!!"
While this was going on I was trying to hang a cup rack that I just painted and my iron rooster hook that got a fresh coat of white paint.
I heard "I will get that once the game is over". I tried but decided to wait for him.
It wasn't a long wait. The man, who just before the game started, said "I'm glad I don't get upset like I use to at football games." decided that his team didn't get the privilege of him watching them. He needed to help me decorate so he could calm down.
So decorating won this time but I am sure that this was a once in a lifetime thing. Oh and by the way team, he didn't give up on you, he kept checking the score throughout the night :)