Thursday, July 31 – Day 186
Today was not an easy day (for you, which of course, means it wasn’t awesome for me either).
Back spasms. Tagging (consigning) with kids going crazy. And a few other things.
No worries though. The day is over (by about a month and a half as I’m finishing up this post).
One thing we’ve learned: Every day ain’t one of them walks in the park.
You amaze me with your diligence. When you are into a project or have a goal, you are all in.
I appreciate your example here and love that I can trust you with something.
I’m much more flighty than you are. :-) I’m ADD. You are not. You make up for my lack in this area and it’s one of the little things that I love about you.
(you happen to be in consignment mode right now, so this trait of yours is very obvious).
We had a hilarious exchange via text.
I’ll never remember what it was, but I just wanted to mention it.
And since you’re more of a private person than I am, I won’t ever leave 2 hints here about what it might be. Don’t want to string you along.
This might not seem to the normal person like a feat of greatness.
But it is. Yes. It is. I got a stud cut and in place to help shore up the walls for the tub surround.
When I’m done, you’ll love me. :-)
I’m not done with the project. And honestly, I’m way too over my head. I’m trying SO hard to tackle it and not be scared that my tile job for the bathroom surround won’t cause water damage that will destroy our house.
I’m really sorry that this isn’t done. You deserve better out of a husband/handyman!
On the Friday of our little staycation, we went to the pool. We snuck into that apartment pool somehow or another.
And we chilled with our friends. That’s my foot. It’s a good looking foot.
I believe that’s your foot way up to the left of the picture. Nice toes, yo!
We’ve perfected our recipe. And we enjoy a nice relaxing evening of Tex-Mex and the silver liquor from south of the border. An overly instagrammed photo: