Which is part of the reason why it would mystify me, the hole basher, when my husband would gather the full deposit from his past apartments, and I would have money deducted from mine-and one of the reasons always being holes in the walls (and trust me, not matter who says it, that wall crackle does not solve the issue:)) I was always a fan of putting things on the walls-pictures, posters, decorations-it really all started when I was 10 and used over 300 push-pins to put up pictures of Jonathan Taylor Thomas in my bedroom.
So, now that we are in our own home, I of course continue to chomp at the bit to put things on the walls, and Shawn continues to be hesitant to start hammering.
Anyways, the point of this short, yet sweet post is, that even though my husband doesn't like it, he has always been willing to drill a few holes for me. At our first apartment, I droned on and on about how nice a mirror would look above our couch. Then, one day, I came home to a cute little black mirror hanging above our couch. It wasn't a holiday, it wasn't Valentines Day, it was just a day that proved to me that my husband always does little things that make me happy.
Today again was one of those days. Shawn had planned on spending the last evening of his long weekend watching the KU vs Baylor game. Instead, what is he doing?
Putting another hole in the wall:)
Whoever said it's the little things is completely right