Yesterday morning, I woke up with Matt. When he left for work, I bolted downstairs and started with the first coat of our paint. I got the entire half of the basement done in a matter of about 6 hours. I called Matt at work and told him I'd be at my mom's so he wouldn't expect anything at the house to be done. I painted all of both rooms and got everything cleaned up with time to spare. When Matt came home for dinner around 5:30, we sat down to eat together. He talked at dinner about how he had to go down in the basement and get started on painting and how much he didn't want to. It was so hard for me to keep a straight face. I am officially the worst liar. After dinner Matt headed downstairs to get started and, for a few minutes, I thought he was actually screwing with me. He took about ten minutes at the top of the stairs looking at the trim. He finally went downstairs and he didn't notice the paint in the first room because the light wouldn't kick on. He was down there for at least a full minute (which felt like eternity) when I heard him yell "Hey! You painted!" Haha. It was nice to do something nice for him and have it be a surprise. It was one less thing he had to do. :)
83 Months
11 years ago






