It is late 2010. Our intrepid couple are relaxing on the couch in their small but comfortable home. JLlo has done a masterful job of designing the interior of the house with her trademark modern/classy/welcoming style. The Law has supplied the manual labor reached several tall things around the house. What a team!
The couple are enjoying a homecooked meal, lovingly prepared, and are simply basking the mountains of free time afforded to them by their careers as a young attorney and medical resident.
JLlo (turning to her husband): We need to start renovating the guest bathroom.
Law (continuing to eat): Yeah, you're right. I suppose we better start thinking about what we want to do, and then maybe we'll get started on the project someday.
JLlo: I have already considered every possible option for the bathroom and selected the perfect combination of style and cost effectiveness. We shall begin immediately.
Law: Gulp! At least working on this will give us lots of time to spend together.
JLlo: My job requires me to relocate three hours away to Asheville, NC for four months.
And so The Law arises from the couch and stared into the Guest Bathroom... and saw a perfectly servicable, but dated bathroom. Knowing that such an abomination could not be perimitted to stand, he gathers his tools.
Law (courageously to his wife): By your love and for the protection of our family, I will demolish this affront to Truth and Beauty and rip it asunder with my own hands.
|When you stare too long into the abyss, it stares back into you.|