Pretty, Pretty Princess

I have just been thoroughly beaten in a game of PPP.

(There may have been some cheating going on.)

Why Is It?

...that when I have this...


...and this...

...and this...
...and this...
...and this...

I DON"T want to do...

THIS!

Am I Crazy, or What?

These are what I purchased this week. (The nice man in the big brown truck delivered them to me. He always brings me such nice things!)


And this is what my kitchen looks like.

The more I can't cook, the more I think I want to. (Even though I probably only cook 3-4 times a week when I DO have a kitchen.)


I got a lot of sympathy on Facebook a couple of days ago by saying my smile was getting a little "stiff." What do you think? Does this even qualify as a smile? I'm taking refuge in my former neighbor Lindy's advice. She reminded me "it will all be worth it in the end!" I can't wait to see the finished project!

As Long as We're Replacing Plumbing...

I took a friend to the hospital for some tests this morning and THIS is what I came home to.



And where is my dear husband?

In town, looking at a paddle board he might want to purchase...

PS--Yes, you may have noticed that the refrigerator, microwave, stove and pantry are totally covered and/or blocked by piles of dirt. You would shudder to hear what we have eaten for the past two days...(Beans directly out of a can, anyone?) No, really--we have a fridge in the garage...but no one WARNED me this was happening...or maybe I was just in denial...

Beware!

If your husband says, "Let's retile the bathroom..."

...it may end up looking like this...

...and your living room may end up looking like this...
... and this...

...and your front yard may end up looking like this...


...and your driveway may end up looking like this...


...and YOU may end up looking like this!

...and you may have to move up to the apartment above the shop for a "week." (I'm planning on two months...??)

Ah, the joys of living in the "Historic District" with 70 year old plumbing!

Red and Black

Ready for church the day after Christmas. And we didn't even plan it.

One of the Differences...

...between sons and daughters--


You'll probably never have to say to your boys: "Please don't do ballet on the step stool while dusting."