I need to tattoo this on the inside of my eyelids:
MEN ARE VISUAL CREATURES.
Remember how I went to the remodeling company's office this week? And how they printed out floor plans and computer renderings of a proposed addition?
Well, tonight I asked Hubster if he wanted to see the printouts. He said yes, he did. So I showed them to him.
Now he is obsessing, much as I have been for oh, about two years, about how best to design the space and, most importantly, what it would cost us.
I find it amusing that even though much of the design was my idea, Hubs thought that the remodeller's designer did a good job. (Thank you, dear... oh he of little faith...)
At least this has opened up a dialogue between us, which is far more than there has been about this subject since I first broached it two (or was it three?) years ago.