Write about: the interior decorator.
Had a productive day around the house, finally getting around to the last of the windows that needed washing, as well as the bathtub and general shower area.
Took a quick visit out to the garden this morning. Only stayed long enough to confirm that the frost hit the pepper and cucumber plants. Probably killed a lot more but I wasn't feeling up to exploring.
We've got another cold night expected. Thankfully the once-again-in-action fireplace is keeping us warm inside.
"I've done it, darling!" Barry called out as he came through the front door of his home. "I've found us an interior decorator!"
"Oh, that's wonderful news honey!" Virginia, his wife of more years than either of them cared to think about, replied as she came to greet him. "Who is she?"
"Well first off, she is a he." Barry deposited his jacket on the coat rack and turned to give his wife a disapproving look. "I don't know why you insist on being so sexist."
"Oh! I'm not... it's just... it is a rather... feminine vocation."
"So now you're saying he's gay? You haven't even met the man yet! I mean, honestly dear, this is just shameful. You haven't started in on your wine already, have you?"
"Don't be ridiculous, sweetie - it's not even noon yet." Virginia flashed an insincere smile before attempting to get the conversation back on track. "So, who is he?"
"His name is Charles Peterson - I met him down at the General Store. I think you'll like him, even if he's straighter than Main Street."
"Why does that name ring a bell?" Virginia followed her husband as he ambled into the kitchen and went straight for the refrigerator. "Hold on a second, isn't he that beggar who's always crumpled up in front of the church?"
"Great, now you've got something against the poor too, is that it?"
"No, precious, what I have is something against hiring a blind man to decorate our home!"