Light Fixtures and Floormats

I asked him to install a light. Drill a few holes. Hook up wires. Simple, I thought.












Home demolition, he thought.

BTW, that exposed beam goes up about three more feet. It's very attractive.

We've encountered much the same disconnect addressing the rust spots on my car What would have taken me two hours (and look like crap, but be functional) has taken him, oh, two months, maybe? It's not finished. It's perfect, but it's still not finished.

And then there were the floor mats. First, let it be known that my car smells. Somehow, I got that dog-in-car musk in there and it's not leaving. So over the winter, Jamie gave me my most favorite gift: he had my car interior cleaned. Part of this was scrubbing the floor mats. And because the thinks about me (or the resale value of my car), he put in some heavy duty rubber mats for the winter and put the floor mats in our "basement" to dry out and then hang out until spring.

Floor mats aren't really high on my priority list and despite their ugliness, I couldn't seem to remember to switch them out for the original ones once spring came. It's August. And here is the conversation:

Me: Oh, I keep forgetting; we need to put my floormats back in. Those rubber ones are great, but I get my heels caught in them when driving.
Pause.
He: hehehe... about that...
Me: What did you do?
He: I had good intentions.
Me: What did you do?
He: I actually was thinking it through this time?
Me: Unlike the last time when you put fox urine in my only pair of stockings without runs in them to drive out the squirrels in the attic?
He: Right. Not like that. You see, well, hehe heee. Well.
Me: WHAT. DID. YOU. DO.
He: Well, I didn't ruin them.
Me: Like the stockings.
He: RIGHT! But I replaced those. You see, I sort of, you see, I
Me: JAMIE!
He: I sold them.
Me: You what?
He: Well, the ones in the Subaru were crappy so I put yours in there when I sold the car. I was going to get you new ones.
Me: You sold the car in April.
He: Right.
Me: It's almost August.
He: Yeahhhhhhh.... yeah.
Me: What are you waiting for?
He: You weren't even supposed to know! It was going to be a surprise.
Me: Can you not see that it IS a surprise?
He: Right.
Me: So, are you actually going to get them or am I just going to blog about this and not have new floormats.
He: I'm going to get them.
Me: This year?
He: Yes.
Pause.
Me: I guess the current mats are OK.
He: I'm going to get you new ones.
Me: I'm sure you are.
He: I am.
Me: I'm not saying you aren't. But I know you. BTW, can you install that light in the hallway this afternoon? It's been sitting around for days, ready to be installed.
He: Yes. That I can do.