I'm not sure when I began to actually verbalize my master bedroom dream to Hubby. He's the kind of guy who is pretty darn content with the way things are. Each time I'd bring up an idea, he would poo-poo it. Tell me the room was fine...etc., etc. But you know, happy wife, happy life and all that. Poor guy.
So when I told him I wanted to buy four sheets of underlayment plywood for a plank wall, he raised his eyebrows, gave me the look... sighed, and said, "Okay".