mike is in jersey for an interview.

i have tomorrow off.

he's totally aware of the consequences of my having a day off when he's not around: i'm probably going to rearrange the apartment.

i'm not sure he knew the apartment would look like this, though.

this time, i tried to hide the fact that i was going to paint the bedroom, but mike caught on.

"but we could be moving!" he told me. "now is not the time to paint!!"

i tried to look remorseful, but he's on to me. as he walked out the door, he called back "the tarp for painting is up in the closet."

i've only been married for three and a half years, but let me tell you, that's love.