I've had a rough day.

[Manifestor_of_Light]

This house was built in 1882 and it's a gothic bungalow. In the family for three generations and it has lots of character. First time in my life I have had the money and time to remodel a house the way I want to -- removed the 70s gold and green decor, took the draw curtains off the nice tall windows, took off the ugly aluminum awnings from the 50s.

We're painting and remodeling the house, I had to deal with the paint lady at the store last night, hubby got mad because she wouldn't listen to him, he walked off, I dealt with her and bought all the primer and stuff she recommended. Which was the opposite of what contractor said == he said any kind of paint would do.

Then outside when he was talking to contractor he said when the woman said the paint co wouldn't honor a warranty without doing the paint right with the primer, I said, "I know about warranties; I have a law degree. You can call me Doctor".

He said "She was showing off her law degree". Well that sent me into a crying rage. And I don't go into crying fits very often. It takes a lot to push me.

I asked him if he wanted me to smash the damn thing over his head since I wasted five years of night school and $20,000 (1980 dollars) on tuition, if that was such a waste. I decided since it was hot outside, I might have a stroke (it's getting to 95 where I live).

And he has two physics degrees. And a video and music production degree.

We were both stressed out about the painting. I have written several other posts in GD and Religion about this contractor guy, fox news watcher, and why I have to tell him about history and he can't deal with a smart educated woman beacuse he's a jesus freak and a control freak and his wife suffers from that. She needs a little respect and some women friends.

Furthermore, i talked to Ecumenist about my medical problems. I called her back twice and got no response. She never called me back and I don't know what to do. She said I would feel better in July, she did not say WHAT to do or WHY I would feel better, or give me any info about WHAT to do to feel better. She said I had a mitral valve problem and my big problem was my adrenals (this I figured out, in the meantime I am baffled about cortisone and whatnot).

In the meantime the stress from the assorted remodeling crap and pushy paint saleswomen-- I'm gonna paint stuff on the crown molding -- and DH made some crack about but "That's a whole lotta tedious work, blah blah, I don't think you can do it". Which made me more depressed.

I said, "I have a lot of patience. I didn't go to college for 12 years and earn 3 degrees without patience. I didn't study music all those decades without patience".

At least he did not get mad at me about spending his money on paint. We are still gonna use it.

In the meantime my BP goes up I take a bp pill and my pulse still stays ridiculously high, and the AC has gone out so we're sleeping on the patio where the window unit is. It's 85 degrees at night and unreal humidity already.

We did kiss and make up and he apologized for insulting my education.

Read the posts called "Glenn Beck made fun of Eric Holder", "Do you Christians realize how TURNED OFF some of us are?" and "The Constitution is based on the Ten Commandments" to see my arguments in just one afternoon with jesusfreak contractor.

There's hope for his wife though. She says she just tunes him out when he gets on a preaching rant.