House + Work = Vernon

Vern asks every day if he should get rid of his beard. I tell him, "Yes." But not because I care if he gets rid of the beard or not... it's because he keeps asking about it. Every. Single. Day.

It's kind of like how I ask him, "So, what should we do about the Housewarming Party?" Every. Single. Day.

We're quite the pair.

Another thing I ask him almost every day is if he loves the house yet. He never really gives me a straight-forward answer, and says that it's "just a house".

But I think it's important to love the house that you live in. Like, a house is more than just a mere possession, you know?

We're going to have a priest come and bless the house soon (we do that with every place we live), and it's not like we'd have the priest come to bless an iPod or something. Houses are special.

I wish he'd say that he loves it.

He is probably still in recovery mode from all the work he had to put into it. He did a lot of work. And I didn't really help with much of it. I never seem to help much of the work that goes into our houses. In the three other homes that we have owned, Vern has single-handedly painted almost every room in each of these houses. That's a total of 30+ rooms that he's painted, plus he painted the outside of one of our homes too. And I never really helped with much of it because I was either "pregnant" or "watching the kids" or "lazy" or whatever have you.

Here is the house that Vern painted the outside. He also installed the fence.

I did end up painting a small portion of this house, and when I got done, my hands were completely (I mean, like, really and completely) covered with white paint. (Don't ask.)

So, anyway, yeah, Vern is probably just taking a moment to breathe and get settled after all his hard work. Maybe he'll start to love it as more than "just a house" someday. I hope.