Every neighborhood has one, right? You know, “that house” where the paint is chipping, and the morning glory is overtaking the grass and the tree has been dead for two years and still, it’s just sitting there mocking you every time you walk by?
Well, I am here to admit that in my neighborhood, I own “that house.” So this weekend we decided to do something about it. I walked into my husband’s office at about 11:30 and said, “What would you say if I said I wanted to paint the door blue?” His answer? “Which door, like, the front door?” I’m pretty sure my grin said it all.
