This last weekend was set aside to paint the office. My lovely painting wife tackled the project while I gave moral support. Before you look down on me for sitting on the painting sidelines, remember I only did it to spare my life. You see; Ruth is somewhat of a perfectionist. And when you add perfectionism to something she's skilled at like painting, then it's best to stay out of the way. The woman knows how she wants it done, and it doesn't include me with a brush in my hand.
...Or a roller. I did make use of myself while I was banned from the office I made potato soup. And I mowed the lawn. But none of it really added up to the effort Ruth put in to make our office look really cool and masculine. It helps me draw cool pictures.
Ruth even let me pick out the color. She even tried to go along with it when I originally wanted mustard.
Instafil to fill the holes in the wall. Instafil to fill the latte shaped hole in my wife's stomach.
There's a reason that Ruth had this rare window to disassemble my drawing den. I've been working for the last year on a 4 book graphic novel series for Zondervan. This month marked the completion of the first book. 150 pages, early mornings at the drawing table before work every day, it's been a long year.
But now it's done and I have time to shut down the computer, sleep in, go in to work at usual times, watch tv in the evenings...but not for long. I have to start book 2 next week.
Thanks to Ruth who not only paints our office brown, but graciously let's me chase this crazy comic dream.