I have a small chest in our bedroom piled high with vintage tablecloths I have collected over the years. We need to get everything out of our bedroom in order to have the carpet replaced. David and I were discussing this one day. Needless to say our conversations get totally off subject sometimes. Here is how one conversation went a few days ago.
Me to David, "Where can we put this chest and all the tablecloths?"
"Well," says David, "If I were a good husband I would build you some new shelves in one of our closets"
"You are a good husband," I replied, but that would be a good idea."
Looking at the pile of tablecloths I said in exasperation, "We need another room."
"Here's what we could do," says David. "We could build a huge storage room off our bedroom(which is upstairs) and you could have a sewing area on one end and downstairs we could put in a new laundry room."
"That sounds nice," I answered envisioning the new addition, "but if we are going to do any remodeling, I still want that room up in the attic I've always wanted." Our attic is big, but the only access to it is through a door in the ceiling of our upstairs bathroom. "How would we get into the attic?" I asked.
" We could put in a landing here and build the stairs from it," says David as he shows me his plan.
I stop to think for a few seconds. "You know," I said. "We are the only people I know who can go from moving a chest and some tablecloths out of a room to building an entire addition and remodeling the attic in a few sentences. I think our house is big enough for us and I would rather spend what money we have on vacations.
"Me too," says David. End of conversation.