Whenever my husband starts a sentence with, “Before you say no, hear me out,” I know I’m headed for a heart attack or two.
It’s usually about an idea he has for a change around the house, from knocking down a wall to rearranging the furniture.
No matter what the change is, I immediately hate the idea only because I hate change of any kind.
I’ve had the same hairstyle for 30 years, the same job since 1992, the same husband since 1975. The furniture in my house hasn’t changed since we moved in 16 years ago.