When Dear Hubby is away hunting this year, if he’s up to going, I have plans.  My dear friend and I will clear out what we can from the kitchen, cover my table and chairs, and then we’ll prime and paint those ugly paneled walls.  I’ve waited for too many years to have something done with that ugly kitchen.

     The floor in there is lovely, the cabinets are too, but there’s this gosh darned ugly paneling on the walls that I’ve put up with for 36 years.  This is the last year.  I haven’t been able to find someone who, for a reasonable price, will rip down the paneling, tear down the drop ceiling, and put up dry wall.  DH can’t do it.  The best I can do now is paint over the danged stuff and at least make the kitchen brighter.

     Sometimes DH dreads going off on his hunting trip because he knows I’ll have something changed when he gets home.    This was his home all his life and other than the ceramic tile my friend and I put in the kitchen the room has remained mostly unchanged.  All the changes we made here were because I did them or convinced him that it would look better if done. 

     He almost fell over from the shock when he came home from work the day I tore down the large doorway between the living and dining rooms, turning it into one large room.  He loves it now especially since we also removed the hallway.