Humor and Home Repairs

It is currently 8:49. At noon we are leaving for Tupelo. Dylan, Cecelia and I are going to stay with our good friends and family the Hunt Family. And then at 4:00 tomorrow morning we will put Dylan on the plane to Oxford, England. He is excited. Heaven knows he needs a break and a bit of detoxing bachelor time. Cecelia and I will miss him.

What he doesn't know, is the second he is gone, we will be finishing up the projects he has started. Yes, I have said it before, Dylan and my Dad had a lot in common. Working on improving your house and leaving construction strewn from stem to stern is one of those similarities. I don't really mind not being able to walk barefoot. Don't mind that there is a wall missing in my hallway. Don't mind that sometimes you have to hold the shower curtain up while you shower or it will fall. Don't mind that when you do shower, you shower with tools on the shelves and have to remember to bring in your shampoo with you. Don't mind that there is primer on the walls and artwork lining the hallway. Don't mind that I have no hair products and my make-up has mysteriously changed shades so that when you apply it you now look like Queen Elizabeth from all the "new" sheetrock dust. Don't even mind that half my wardrobe in off limits until the bookshelf is moved away from the closet door. In fact the only thing I really mind is the Fridge. Yep, just the fridge. Once upon a time it was in the nook that was specially designed for it. Now it sits in the MIDDLE of my kitchen. And it is NOT a big kitchen. So that is that.

The second he leaves, I am going to enlist the aid of my good friends and fellow remodelors and we are going to temporarily relocate it back to its starting point for a few weeks and then pull it back before he gets home. He will never have to know. Unless that is, he reads this...

Wedding Shoes

One thing down, eight thousand to go...

Dylan is currently painting the bathroom. I am working on the guest list and Save the Date cards. Time is flying by. So the picture above are my wedding shoes. Taylor and Lindsay took me shopping for them. They are the best couple a gal could ever ask for. They take me wedding shopping, help Dylan and I knock down a wall in the hallway, and keep me at their house when I have an allergic reaction to the aftermath...

So what do you think of the shoes? No really, I am curious, they will be a different color of course, and I cutting the black elastic off and replacing it with ribbon, but that is the shoe. I have never worn anything so comfortable in all my life. Taylor and Lindsay had to hand the box to Dylan to keep me from wearing them. They are now hidden in a undisclosed location somewhere in the house. Maybe I will find them while Dylan is gone to England.

Did I mention England? No? Hmm. I guess I have not updated this in a while. Well, Dylan is going to England for a month. And while he will be missing Valentine's Day, he is being hired by Oxford University to do some pretty impressive sketches for publication. I can't complain too much. Well I can, but I am not going to. (HA!)

So for now I bid you farewell til next quarter. (I will try to do better...)