The one who could talk the hind leg off a donkey, and that's when he's sleeping?
When he's awake and rarin' to go, it get's even worse and Lawdy, I'm here to tell you that it does get worse.
It gets bad anyway.
See, for the last 59 days, (yes, folks, I said 59 days) he's been painting his lounge room. Well, not just painting, but patching plaster, sanding, re-patching and re-sanding, then putting on a coat of paint that doesn't look quite right, so he sands it some more and paints again.
Because he has OCD.
Well he says he doesn't, but when you mention that he just might have OCD, he can spend the next 18 hours explaining to you why he doesn't have it.
Which just proves my point, right?
Anyway, I'm pleased to say that he's gotten kind of burned out on painting his lounge room, and I thought that this might mean that the never-ending recitations of his sanding and painting techniques might be coming to an end.
No such luck.
Now he's moved on to the bathroom.
Little did I know (or care) but it seems that painting bathrooms requires a different type of sanding technique, and a totally different type of paint...
So the monologue continues - just in a different vein.
Now it's paint brush vs rollers and why paint brushes give you a much nicer finish, and how hard it is to paint with a paint brush behind the water heater.
From the sounds of it, he should win an award for the most time spent on his knees, getting just the perfect cover on a wall...
A wall that no one ever sees anyway!
Which all has me scratching my head, because he has an installer coming to hook up an instant water heater like mine... at the end of May.
Which means that the old water heater will be removed, and that the wall will have to be painted again.
As will the wall where the tub currently stands... because he's having a shower receptacle installed at the same time as the water heater.
Which means more painting, and I'm sure, more blow-by-blow descriptions of the newest and best sanding and painting techniques.
I can't take it anymore!!!
That old saying "You always hurt the one you love", is about to be tested!
Unless I can find me some earplugs, that is.
I love my Old Guy to bits, and he's the best thing that's ever happened to me.
Except for my kids, of course.
He's loving, kind, thoughtful, decent, funny as hell at times... and he's all mine.
I'm just glad he has his house, and I have mine.
That's all I'm sayin'.