There once was a man
Who had to sell a house
In order to sell the house
He had to fix up the kitchen
In order to fix up the kitchen
He had to address the dirty wallpapered backsplash
In an effort to address the dirty wallpapered backsplash
He summarily ripped off two panels (of said dirty wallpapered backsplash)
Without checking to see if he had enough left over to cover the space
Unfortunately the man’s wife got the wallpaper from London instead of Lowe’s
So the man spent an evening trying to piece together the missing panel from remnants
The End/To be Continued
J is for Jenerous 
You have to respect the honesty of a person whose blog has a category called “Why you’re glad you’re not married to me.”
Exactly. Lucky for me I AM married to the aforementioned “me”.
Well I’m just trying my best to dispel the vicious rumors about my being a barrel of laughs.
are you moving?
and come on now nicola you are a barrel of good laughs :o)
JASON!! 🙂 Didn’t he put his special touch on the tile in your master bath in the last house you sold? It’s just his way of leaving a little piece of himself behind. Yard mohawks are temporary; ripped wallpaper is forever. Or something like that. 🙂
Oh Amber, I’d forgotten about his artistry: creating a mosaic ceiling in the shower with 2 inch grout joints…worth its own limerick.