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A humorous poem about a man's role in designing a room or a house with his spouse. |
| When re-doing a room or a house, you may be asked what color and shade of paint, what type of rug by your spouse that you’d choose, but the decision made rests not with you but lies with the lady of the house. Your input is requested, but soon the whole process seems shady; the final choice is never what you suggested. When asked to accompany her to pick paint color, flooring, tile, countertop or whatever, you learn pretty quick that you might as well give in and stop your suggestions, let her have her way. If you ask why she wanted you along, she will smile sweetly and then say she wanted your participation to be strong. So, men, just let her have a free hand with design of the house, for you’ll adjust to whatever she picks, but know beforehand unless everything pleases her she’ll just bust. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |