Hey — that hexagonal tile that’s being bashed on your countertop is the same one I’ve got on my master bath floor . . . so are you guys camping and doing take-out every night?
Is your house circa 1948? 🙂
Are bedrooms and bath and living are totally functional and, believe it or not, we’ve staged a little kitchen on the back deck. Complete with Coleman camping stove. And coffee maker. Needless to say…
Ooo! You’re smashing stuff! The best part of home renovation!
I don’t like anything that involves power tools (as so much of the building-it-back-up does), but I am always all over tearing stuff down. So cathartic.
Hey — that hexagonal tile that’s being bashed on your countertop is the same one I’ve got on my master bath floor . . . so are you guys camping and doing take-out every night?
Is your house circa 1948? 🙂
Are bedrooms and bath and living are totally functional and, believe it or not, we’ve staged a little kitchen on the back deck. Complete with Coleman camping stove. And coffee maker. Needless to say…
Oh dear. The large mallet with the Birkenstocks is giving me shivers. You look serious enough for work books.
Funny. My husband said the same thing.
They don’t MAKE steel-toes Birks, I guess…
This is my new favorite picture of you.
Tee Hee.
We could have featured it in our Exercise of Writing series 🙂
Oh dear.
I’m impressed that you can still type coherent sentences!
That may be argueable, Kelly. Stay tuned…
Ooo! You’re smashing stuff! The best part of home renovation!
I don’t like anything that involves power tools (as so much of the building-it-back-up does), but I am always all over tearing stuff down. So cathartic.
I know. Very satisfying. Seriously.
you’re dreamy when you’re blue collar!! me likey!!
What collar???
demolition (wo)man
Do you think doing demo work in Birkenstocks is such a wise move there sister?
Re: demolition (wo)man
Yeah, yeah. I know.
Don’t call OSHA…
You go! Hope you’re getting some good revision aggression out and you’re able to return to the writing with a clear mind!
Exactly. That’s the goal. Well, that and a new kitchen…
Oh, Liz. Remember how you told me I needed sugar? You, babe, need sugar. Lots of it, and only in combination with the finest milk chocolate.
I’m sure it will be worth it. One day.
But right now I pity, pity, pity you.