Advance
It all seems like such tiny little things, when I write it all out - but it’s been an exhausting two days.
It all seems like such tiny little things, when I write it all out - but it’s been an exhausting two days.
…and I will note right now how awesome it is that both of us can be in the kitchen, at the same time, working on cooking or cleaning, without bumping into each other, or getting in each other’s way.
Granted, the cats are still likely going to insist on tramping around in the dusty parts, because cats are that kind of ornery, but I can put up with a few sprinkled white pawprints here and there if at least we humans can avoid tracking any more of the stuff into the rest of the house.
… if Murphy’s Law does *not* come into play, maybe they’ll figure out what the problem is and fix it, and we won’t have to deal with this anymore. Hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?
…but then we decided that now that all the cabinets are in, and there are no exposed beams or nails or other things where cats could hurt themselves or find ways to escape into the big scary outdoors, we could try letting the cats back upstairs.
And that sounded like a whole lot more fun than just trundling around the park in a truck with a bunch of other tourists, so that’s what we signed up for.
Richard and I have been having happy nerdish fun tracking down all manner of appropriate songs for our phones…
Because, you know, the t-shirts weren’t a dead giveaway or anything. (warning - picture heavy)