Me and My Project Guy

I’m married to a Project Guy. That’s usually a good thing, because he keeps himself busy with odd jobs in and around the house, and all that busy-ness keeps him from pestering me too much when I’m trying to write. But sometimes it’s a not-so-good thing when he cajoles me into being his “project assistant.” Last winter, for example, he decided it was time to paint a few rooms. Well, he’s great with... Read More »