That was Rob's face after I told him I wanted to paint this little baby white:
I had a lot to think about after he told me he wanted to keep it as is.
Even little Max was pretty freaked out when I told him what Rob was thinking.
Rob and I are having a little lovers spat about what to do with the hearth. I want it painted white, he wants it left in its original state. To be honest, I think he’s trying to impress my parents. They’re basically threatening to cut me out of their lives if I paint it. All I hear is this and that about how old the brick is, how special it is, blah blah. I’m not going to lie, my mom has even shed a few tears and thrown some spiritual comments in about it. Not buying it, Maxine. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate things in their original state of beauty. Joan Rivers used to be a knockout. But there’s a time and a place-- and this hearth needs a face lift, people! And if it ends up looking bad, it’s all Jodee’s fault. It was her idea and I wanted to leave it as is. I just wish Tim was here to talk some sense into everybody.