It is with great trepidation that I send my husband off to Sailing School this weekend. I'm not worried about him sailing, although he doesn't know how to swim, so that's a small concern.
What I'm most uptight about is the fact that I'm planning to paint our bedroom while he's gone, and I haven't even started removing stuff from the lair. This project calls for decomposing a disgusting mammoth closet as well.
Could someone please hand me a crowbar?