I Painted My House

It all started like a vague idea in my head, until I voiced it. To my regret Lilly was around and she heard it. I wanted to paint the house; more accurately I wanted to get someone to do it. Before I knew it, Lilly was on the phone looking for painters. In a couple of phone calls she had lined up two appointments for painters to come and give us estimates. I knew my goose was cooked. The money I wanted to spend on something useful like shoes, or may be a few beers at my watering hole at Hot Peppers was now earmarked for painting the house.