Friday, I was sitting in my office doing payroll and Tractorhead walked in. He was looking for our boss and decided to wait for him there.
In my- barely enough room for me, much less two people- office.
He sat in the spare chair and waited.
I'm uncomfortable with silence, so I racked my brain for a conversation starter. So. . . got any tattoos lately? Why did you go with Bart Simpson on your head? Do you ever wear a shirt?
"Um, have you been out to work at my house lately?"
"Yeah- I stopped by to show my girlfriend the work we had done."
"What did you think?"
"Why did you paint it so many colors? You should have done it one color throughout. An off-white color."
Oh no, did we go with too many colors?
I went through the house in my mind. Maddie's room and the guest room are a very pale purple, the other rooms are a tan, and the master bedroom is chocolate brown and blue.
Granted, the colors didn't turn out exactly like the sample thing, but I guess they never really do. Who knows what the entire package will look like after we get the cabinets in. I should have gone with simpler colors. No one will ever think I have style or taste. What do I know?
Hold on. A man with 5 tattoos of tractors on his head just tried to give me decorating advice.
I like it. Justin likes it, I think. Maddie likes it.
I don't really care if Tractorhead likes it. And if you come to my house and don't like it, that's fine.
I'll give you Tractorhead's phone number and you can talk about it.
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