This blogger thing is completely outsmarting me today. Moving my pictures all around.
Oh well, anyway, about five minutes after I posted my last pictures, I realized I committed a major faux pas. (Is that fox pause? Or maybe fox paws (that would make more sense) Or maybe it's more like fax pause? It can't be fax paws......ha ha ha, apparently I have all day....
I just hate words that aren't pronounced how they look.
So I said it doesn't feel like Christmas here (high seventies today). But then I immediately read something about Christmas is in the heart.
So.....anyway, didn't want to be exposed as a grinch, so I better take that one back.
It feels like Christmas in mah heart!
I just haven't bought ANY presents yet. Or ordered any Christmas pictures. Or written a Christmas letter. Or even tried to fix our blasted printer so that I could theoretically print the Christmas letter....or at the very least, labels, maybe.
Me too, because that means she isn't tearing up pieces of bread and throwing them on the floor.
Or pouring corn syrup on the floor, clothes, doorknobs, did I miss any other place?
At least that stuff isn't sticky....
Starting to be friends, I see....
I seem to have piles of pictures today - mostly because I am still trying to get a Christmas picture.
Oh yeah, that giant volume on the right is the "mouldings catalog". It is as big as it looks. I thought that picking the wood stuff would take forever, partly because of how huge the book is, and partly because it is one of the most important things to Scott.
She likes that fish.
(Hair = very thin on this side.)
I seem to have piles of pictures today - mostly because I am still trying to get a Christmas picture.
Part of me really wants to paint our front door the same color as that one in the top picture. I love that color.
Oh yeah, that giant volume on the right is the "mouldings catalog". It is as big as it looks. I thought that picking the wood stuff would take forever, partly because of how huge the book is, and partly because it is one of the most important things to Scott.
And that reminds me of what is different between the two of us. I have been having fun looking at piles of paint samples.
Scott was done picking all of the different things (baseboard, casing, crown, etc.) in about five minutes. That means I was done too, because he picked all that stuff.
She likes that fish.
(Hair = very thin on this side.)
In other news......some people never learn......
I, apparently, never learn either.
I just bought something else off of craigslist.
(Hair is turning fuzzy since it's so thin/short.)
Last pieces of drywall to put up above the stairs were a little precarious. Glad that others are doing the tape/float.