My son says the other day, "I have no style, and mom has bad style." So we have ordered one of the experts. My son took a half day off of work on Tuesday, and we rode up to Huntsville, Alabama to get Jessica, my youngest daughter. We also picked up a washer and dryer for my son's house.
Last night, after several hours of pouring through books, magazines, and paint chips, Jessica became overwhelmed, threw her heart into the air and said, "I do not know why I am here. I cannot help someone pick the right colors if they have no idea what they like."
I am letting her sleep as long as she wants this morning. Maybe she will wake up with renewed energy and will enjoy the trip to Lowe's.
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